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 kid, I always was obsessed with Houdini.

I'd always wanted to do these types of things - pieces of magic I could put out not as illusions, but really doing it.

I think everything I do is normal, not paranormal but normal. Its using the power of the mind to achieve whatever we can endure.

I do a lot of research on what people have done in the past.

You don't get into magic. Magic gets into you.

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.