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I Remember My Mother Had This Deck Of Cards That Her Mother Had Given Her And That She Passed On To Me. It Was A Gypsy Tarot Deck That I Used To Carry Everywhere.

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 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.

As A Magician, I Try To Show Things To People That Seem Impossible. And I Think Magic, Whether I'm Holding My Breath Or Shuffling A Deck Of Cards, Is Pretty Simple. It's Practice, It's Training, And It's Practice, It's Training And Experimenting, While Pushing Through The Pain To Be The Best That I Can Be. And That's What Magic Is To Me.

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.