"Living in the Plains, you'd see surreal things; you'd see mirages. I'm sitting on the front porch, as a little kid at sunset, and the sun is in back of me, and walking across the horizon is a Trojan horse four stories tall. I go "Uh oh—what's that?" So I run into the house and say, "Look! Look at the big horse!" It was the neighbor's white stallion, which had got loose, caught the light in the heat, and it looked four stories tall. These kinds of little things make, I think, the curiosity, or the inquisitiveness, that make and artist."