As I mentioned in the first post of this series, my brother Michael, the subject of this portrait, caught in the frame of an old home movie, is as removed from me in time as he was (and is) removed from me in every human-relatable way. The frame of the 8mm film, translated into video tape, transferred into digital form and frozen on the screen manifested certain distortions. Add to this my distortions of memory and emotions, the portrait evolves.