Mike probably transitioned away from his family during the first few years of his life. I don’t mean that he did this on purpose, although that’s what Mom used to think, very bitterly. Mike was normal looking until he went to Willowbrook. My parents were duly notified when Mike got his front teeth knocked out, […]
I got to know some of Mikes housemates during my visits to his group home.
I am a visual person, so a lot of my memories are triggered by visual images. Journal entries provide another way to access memory, perhaps at a deeper level.
This is a page from Mike’s baby album. I have it in my book, My Brother Michael. I can only imagine the hopes and dreams of a glorious future that my parents must have had for their new baby.
This is a sketch for a future painting. I drew it shortly after Mike died. I got a call the day he died, from one of his caregivers, who told me, “Michael is transitioning.” I was fortunate enough to get to talk to him during his last hours. Mike was nonverbal and never gave me […]
I was very lucky to have had my first show reviewed in Art in America. I first posted this article back in 2013, when I started my blog. Since that time, I have continued to add to my body of work and, while it still incomplete, I have made some progress since then.
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.