I actually start drawing things. Usually they're abandoned before I commit too much time and effort.

If you think about it enough to have a really articulate answer, you're not doing it right. That's how I feel about art. If your thought process could take you to knowing exactly what you're doing and why, there would be no point in making the art. It would become like propaganda. It's more nebulous than that.

Before I could read, I remember trying to piece together the stories from the images. It was a very primal experience.

I'm always looking for things I imagine must exist, but don't - this is usually the impetus to create that thing myself.

I feel like a lot of my aesthetic was in response to feeling the awfulness and cheapness of that [ the 70'th].

Certainly it's great to be able to talk to your friends about something. They might mention a film, and you can find all about it, and you don't have to wait months until you can find a book that might cover the subject and keep it in your head. You can have that kind of immediacy. But there's also something about it, where all the knowledge seems kind of fleeting. All the stuff I learn about in that way, I can be interested in for a day and then it's gone.

It's a challenge to express real life in dramatic terms. In an entirely "made-up" story, you are sometimes overwhelmed by the infinite possibilities.