There was something really strange about this picture. Has there been a time travel in both directions, where it’s possible to make a sculpture which then magically transforms into a product? I thought that a car was the most difficult thing to design in terms of complexity, impossible to be tackled with clay, but seeing this, really made an impression. It looked like anything could just be solved by making a sculpture. And of course I didn’t have a car but I knew how to drive and my father knew how to drive and everybody else had a car and I inherited the idea that everybody needs a car. And car models were changing frequently like the life span of insects. I could roughly distinguish different car brands by their shape but after all I knew nothing about the design process. There I was, fascinated by this clay model and I got interested in the history of the profession of the car designer. And the question that drove it was: How does the designer know when to stop?