Vintage Photo: Federal Supply Screw Company Graffiti, NYC, June 1989
My brother Mike gets a lot of help. Everyone I met who takes care of Mike like him and give him loving help.
Mike sometimes responded to me when I patted him on the chest. I got the impression that he liked it. He was always hitting himself on the chest, so I wonder if a less violent touch somehow communicated to him. I hope that it showed love.
I spent more than 25 years exploring, and documenting the life of my brother Mike*. Fifteen years of that process was devoted to photographing him, his activities associated with his group home, day school and parties. I was a novice photographer at the start of this project. Much of my emphasis was on capturing moments, […]
The photo for this sketch had a good range of tones. However, I chose to use a brush-tipped ink pen for this portrait. Perhaps a smaller tip would be better if I were to replicate the tones from the photo. My brother Mike‘s eyes diverge. Sometimes he looks with one, sometimes with the other.
This must be an instrument played by aboriginal Brooklynites. I don’t remember the name.
My photographic wanderings have been informed by my interest in classic photography. I’ve always been on the lookout for a cityscape composition that included clothes on a line. It would have been a bonus to fine a person at the window pulling them in, or setting them out.
When I was working on my long term project to document my visits with my brother Mike, I took my cameras and sometimes, a tripod. The photo on which this sketch is based, shows me (my hand) helping Mike to click the shutter with the cable release. I think Mike liked doing this.