I don’t have a specific memory of the moment when this photo was taken. I’d like to think it represents my overriding attitude toward my brother Michael. Mike shaped my life and although there were many years that I neglected him, his influence was always with me. Oh how I wish we could have had […]
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.
Thanks to my brother Dave, we were able to attend Mike’s funeral 3000 miles away. Dave made all the arrangements and gave a meaningful and heartfelt talk about our brother. He and his wife Karen spoke about Mike’s release from earthly concerns and about the effect that Mike’s affliction had on his family. Oh how […]
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.
Space between brothers Maybe anger separates Maybe there’s nothing
My brother Mike is in hospital. It is bad enough that he is not allowed visitors, but he is autistic, low functioning and nonverbal. Mike has been a regular at the hospital. His care givers pay close attention to keeping him healthy. His problems are now worse than they have ever been. He is 70 […]
I was invited to join a cooperative art gallery called Pulse Art, in New York City (now defunct). I had my first exhibition there in late 1995. The show was a combination of family photos and photographs I took of my autistic brother Michael in an attempt to understand him and my relationship with him. […]