I made arrangements with Mike’s group home for a special visit to my show, Brotherly Love. Below is a frame grab from a video of that event. I am in front of a picture of Mike’s house mates. Michael is standing next to me.
This was my article from the 1996 juried show I participated in, called Familial Connections. I was honored to be included in this show given by the Center for Photography at Woodstock [NY].
I remember the infinitesimally thin, yet impenetrable barrier that kept me from reaching my brother Mike. This palpable feeling led to some kind of acceptance when I wrote this journal entry. It is odd that I did not complete the final sentence. I can’t, for the life of me, remember what my resolution was.
I accompanied Mike on a vacation with his group-home mates back in 1996. This was, to say the least, an interesting and eye-opening experience. I documented one of Mike’s peculiar behaviors in the two frames below. When I would give him some of my sandwich, he would toss it over his shoulder. I don’t know if this was in his behavioral repertoire or if he just made it up on that bus trip.
Brotherly Love 