I’ll never forget the day I held up Mike’s half image to the mirror. I focused my brother’s attention on me. Something I could not do in real life.* * Mike was my older brother who was autistic, nonverbal and low functioning. He passed away last month.
As I’m processing the death of my brother Mike, I’m looking through old photos that I took during my visits with him at his group home.
The past couple of years have enveloped me in a strange web: loss of a loved one; COVID isolation; loss of place, having relocated twice; and change in self identity as I am about to enter my 7th decade. I show the image below as one of a series of abstract portraits of Mike, who, […]