It Was Just Like A Digital Fixation With Cards And Math And Science And Then I Started To Look At Images Of Great Magicians From Houdini Down The Line.
I'd Always Wanted To Do These Types Of Things - Pieces Of Magic I Could Put Out Not As Illusions, But Really Doing It.
As A Kid I Used To Hold My Breath Longer Than Anybody Else, And Then I Heard Stories About People Accidently Underwater For 45 Minutes - How Do You Recover From That? It's Not A Miracle. Something Allows Us To Survive.
I Remember Finding A Houdini Book At The Library And Seeing An Image Of Him Chained On The Side Of A Building. He Looked So Intense And Scary, And I Couldnt Get That Image Out Of My Head. That Started Building Up My Love Of Magic.
I Think That When Evel Knievel Crashed Over The Fountain At Caesars, It Kind Of Gave You A Credibility And Then Anticipation For Everything He Did.
My Mother Encouraged It So Much. She Was So Supportive. Even If As A Kid, I Would Do The Dumbest Trick, Which Now That I Look Back On Some Things, She Would Love It, She Would Say That's Amazing, Or If I'd Make The Ugliest Drawing, She Would Hang It Up. She Was Amazing.
My Mother Was A Teacher, And When She Wanted To Show Me Art And Literature And Science, She'd Take Me To Museums, Parks And Free Exhibitions.
I'd Go To Coney Island To Hang Out, And I Saw A Magician Doing A Rope Trick On The Boardwalk. I Was Fascinated. I Guess That's How It Started.
