People think a project begins when I pick up a pencil and draw, but in reality that almost never happens. If I grab a sheet of paper and doodle, it means nothing to anyone. They are just lines, an attempt to organize what is already spinning in my head.
The design of a house is not invented. It is an answer. The question is hidden: in the site, in the wind, in the wishes of the people who will live there, in the skill of the builders. The architect’s job is to find it and to phrase it precisely. Then the answer appears on its own, like a word already spoken: the house.
I spend more time in that inner dialogue than in front of the paper. It is a monologue repeated many times, and it is never the same.
When the idea finally seems ready, when the question has revealed itself and the answer begins to show, I can no longer stop. It has to come out. Paper stops making sense. My true blank canvas is not a sheet of paper; it is the AutoCAD screen. I have tried every program out there and none of them works for me; none of them is my empty space. Only there, on that black background, can I pour out at once everything that seemed invisible to others.
From the outside it might look like I suddenly had an idea and drew some plans. What really happened is that I spent a long time turning the idea over, repeating it until the spark appeared. Because that first line is not just any stroke: it is the moment when two worlds touch. The world of ideas and the world of matter. Like two stones that strike fire when they collide.
I draw fast, without blocks, only new lines. Everything has to be there from the start; nothing can be left loose. If something is missing, there is no way to save it. You have to throw it all away and start again: another canvas, another spark.
In reality, the project was already resolved before the first line. The invisible became visible in an instant, and all that is left is to put it on the screen, line after line, until it appears complete. From the outside it looks like a draft. To me, it is the revelation of the house that was already there, waiting.