I don't just read books - I "rewatch" them. I imagine what each character looks like, and when the author describes "golden hair," I'm already sketching it in my notebook. The problem is that my illustrations never match the cover art, and that annoys me - but I keep doing it anyway because "my version is cooler." The librarian has gotten used to my doodles in the margins and just sighs

My own drawing is how I digest everything I've soaked up during the day. I sit down with a pencil, and a chaotic mix appears on paper: yesterday's novel, today's sculpture, and tomorrow's sunset I haven't even seen yet. I often wake up in the middle of the night with an idea, sketch it on the nightstand, and in the morning find that I've drawn just a circle with a stick - but to me, that was a deep philosophical gesture

I'm a professional collector of other people's worlds. Books give me plots, exhibitions give me visual ideas, and my drawings are my own language for retelling everything I've seen. Though sometimes these languages get tangled - I might draw a book character in the pose of a statue from an exhibition, and then wonder for ages why his legs look so weird

Exhibitions are my "spy promenade." I go there not just to admire, but to peek at other artists' techniques: how they mix colours, what strokes they use, how they build composition. But within five minutes I'm already mentally redoing everything: "this needed more blue, and I'd delete that brushstroke altogether." Sometimes I linger so long in front of a painting that the guard starts suspecting I'm planning to steal it. No - I just want to repaint it at home