It’s nice to do a show close to home, like I am this week with the Union Street Art Festival. I’d better enjoy it while it lasts though, because starting next weekend, I have a show every week until September or October somewhere far, far from home. Last year I enjoyed a similarly insane schedule, but this year its truly bent.
     From art to hockey! I grew up playing hockey, from the age of five - I was a goaltender. The Montreal Canadiens will always be the one and only sports franchise I love, but the Detroit Red Wings are my next soft spot and they are one win from the Stanley Cup, so woo hoo! I know, I know… who cares - just show us some damn pictures!
     This image was shot in Dec 2007 in San Francisco with a very mystical guy I met who called himself Maestro. He was an unusually mysterious guy who would disclose virtually nothing about himself. I know he would spend hours meditating almost every day, and this was fascinating, but he would tell me little more. While scouting for a shot late at night, we came across an old gated warehouse district. A security guard sat inside reading his newspaper. Maestro called him over and hypnotized him. After parading naked, squawking like a chicken for 10 minutes, the guard opened the gate and gave us free rein. No, no I remember now. He hypnotized both of us. The guard opened the gate, while I was the naked one squawking like a chicken. Yea that’s how it went. Any way once inside I got this shot. As it turns out, the poultry in me is not as good an artist as the regular me, and so I’m shelving this shot.