Usually I work in long stretches, until the moment comes when the air of the arbitrary suddenly vanishes, and bits and pieces of the picture suddenly fall into positions that feel destined. The pictures might seem like a dream but it’s not. You have to be both sophisticated and innocent about it. It seems like a real impossibility. It is not safe either because you can’t begin with what you are going to end up with. Do I think first and cut or cut and think after? Perhaps, it’s like having a baby, you don’t want to know much about it. You just want to have that baby.