It took me a really long time to identify myself as an artist. Like I said earlier, I wanted to fly in space. As I grew older, I became pragmatic, and followed my interest in physics, figuring that only angels got to space. 

One day, to my amazement, I announced to family and guests that I would cease my formal study of physics and math. I would make photographs instead. I had been devoting more and more time to photography, but had not, until that moment, seriously thought of taking pictures professionally. Photography provided my first medium for creating aesthetic experiences. I didn't think of it that way then of course. 

Many years later, in Vancouver, I stopped taking pictures. True to form, it took me a long time to notice. One develops habits, and the habits give a kind of identity, that can continue long after the habits have lost their utility. But the day came when I took