At age 8, I was obsessed with Leonardo da Vinci. I remember making his triangular-shaped parachute with balsa wood and tissue paper. And using pastels I copied his famous yellowish/red self-portrait.

In my long career as a Vancouver-based magazine photographer art of the past was always in my head when I would take my portraits. 

One in particular comes to mind. I was about to take a portrait of Iggy Pop when I was reminded that he looked and was sitting much as Joseph Goebbels had in Geneva in 1932 when he faced Alfred Eisenstaedt. My portrait of Iggy Pop might not resemble exactly the shot but it satisfies nicely my knowledge of Aisenstaedt’s chilling photograph.

In a week I have been invited to join a group of four female artists. I was asked to bring show and tell. So here it is.