I met Roy in the early seventies. He came into Focus Prints (one of our specialities was large blowups) with a number of negatives that he’d shot in Japan of workman’s gloves during preparations for the World fair

We were a busy outfit in those days so I agreed to do the monster prints late at night when we would work (he got his hands wet) for 4 or 5 hours smoking some type of herbal  cigarette that he rolled by hand.

In 1993 as a part of “SpringWorks” at Joe King we invited Roy and other poets to do individual and combined performance. He had the same sense of humour that fueled our late night labours in Vancouver. He remarked that I seemed to be a little larger than he remembered.