Over and over again, I'm trying to express or communicate these big and small struggles to the world, and really to myself.

The littlest thing can have the strongest connection when you're grieving. Your Proustian, poetic nerve is turned up to ten.

If you ask me, the place that a story happens is as equal character. It's almost like an ecological viewpoint: These people are living in this piece of land, and in this piece of land in this time this is possible. For me, I almost think location first. It's time first - what year is it - then where are we, and then who is in it.

Over and over again, I'm trying to express or communicate these big and small struggles to the world, and really to myself.

L.A. is so isolated and unhip in a way; it gives you room to figure out who you are and explore more personal stuff.

It's funny now how much we look at - whatever you want to call it: art, design, culture stuff, film - online, and how in the online world, you're instantly global.

I am intrigued by inanimate objects. They're a piece of history, someone's statement and ideas of life.