This is a more recognizable sketch of my younger brother than my blind drawing from the other day.
This sign is on a big, metal, yellow-orange box that was humming in the heat. Was this box the ‘equipment’ and it had automatically started? If not, where was it and what did it do and, most importantly… WHAT WAS SO DANGEROUS??
With no answers in sight, at least I got a selfie.
For those of you who have been following me for a while, or who have read some of my early posts, you know that my older brother Michael is autistic. (Also see My Connection with Autism.)I have not posted about him for a while, although I continue having complex thoughts about my relationship with him.
The portrait below is a blind drawing of my younger (non-autistic) brother who recently came out to visit. He was not aware that I was making a blind contour drawing of him. He was deep in thought, our dinner was on the way.