I would say that 90% of my inspiration comes to me in those few quiet moments as I drift off to sleep… I suppose my mind finally drops all of the pretense, forgets the program requirements, and just wanders through the basics of what I have to do. Most nights I wind up sitting up in bed with my sketch book worked up into a frenzy trying to get all of those strokes of genius (hah!) down in some legible fashion. I have also found that sitting down and writing (rather than drawing) helps me tremendously. Mostly it’s to rid myself of all the ideas I am always trying to keep in my head so I can just relax and freethink. Finally, when all else has failed, I try to find a public space and just have a seat and people watch… That eyes-on observation reminds me of the who/what/where/when/why/hows of these places we are creating, and helps to focus my own intentions on the people that will ultimately be making the most of the space.
And when all else fails, Serendipity always pays me a visit when I least expect it, as long as I’m open to the possibilities…