I began this fourth portrait of my brother Mike*, with frisket squiggles to sketch out an eye and lips. Jarring the paper side to side and up and down created traces, traces that have meaning. This is almost a double portrait. Possibly it is a portrait of the space between two people, the channel that exists, an impossible channel to cross.
For those of you who are interested in other of my portrayals of my brother, I encourage you to see these posts: Young Mike Smiling, Mike Crying, Klee and Jawlensky-Influenced Portrait.
* Mike is my older brother who is autistic, low functioning and has never spoken or communicated with me in any meaningful way.

