The piece Mirrored and Reflected Infinitely
 reminds me of my many attempts at magic.  Most of my tricks were 
successful and still are today.  Others got tomatoes thrown at me.  
Needless to say, I never used those tricks again.
My favorite type of magic is by far close-up magic.  I love this 
form of magic because I can see their look of amazement on their faces, their shock at me doing the impossible, their laughing faces 
after a good joke, and most of all their joyful expression when I am 
finally done which to me is more rewarding than a million dollars. 
The other type of magic is isolation levitation.  Also known as the
 art of Fushigi.  This type of magic revolves around the audience 
literally.  With my mesmerizing glass ball floating around by its own 
free will, it's impossible to miss the crowds gasp of astonishment and 
looks of awe which are truly a wonderful sight.
But there are also the failed tricks.  When I drop a card,  or 
stumble over my own words.  When a stranger finds a stray tomato, or the 
audience sees something they weren't supposed to.  Those are the times 
magic loses its meaning.  Because a jeering face is just as hurtful as a
 joyful one is rewarding.
That's when I just have to hang tough.  If I come off the stage in 
tears, no one will be there to help me.  So I stay on the stage because 
in the end, that's what magic is all about.  Persistence, Joy, Love.