What better way to respond to the title than to say, “I’m not sure.” I think it has more to do with my desire to create. I’ve always done it. When I was young the medium was Lego. I would take my sets, destroy them, then build them into something else altogether: castles, planes, cars, trucks, whatever. When I got a little older, I started working on plastic model kits. Still do. At first, I just wanted to make the model car/truck/plane and play with it; I didn’t realize I was only supposed to look at it.
After a while I would take some of the cars and customize them with the various things a young boy would think was cool; I would use one of those little firecrackers to burn it, and subsequently destroy a good portion of it, and then paint some fake blood on it sprinkled with a little dirt for gore. Yeah pretty immature, but at the time it seemed pretty creative. Come to think of it, maybe I just wanted to see the things burn and the rest was an afterthought.
I–eventually–grew out of that, and started to build a real interest in cars and their mechanical operation. At that point, the best access I had to learning the various parts and their function was a model car; so that’s what I used. I built them, with care, and love, paying particular attention to all of the fine details. If a life‐sized car had a certain characteristic, I attempted to apply that to the model.
The point I’m trying to make is that this innate desire I have to create, perfect, and interact with everything is a natural extension of design. I design, because I love to create. I create because I enjoy seeing the results of my work.
Why do I design? To see the resulting piece, good or bad, and appreciate what I put into its creation.