Mike-Related Watercolor: Mike Me Mike (2016)
Space between brothers Maybe anger separates Maybe there’s nothing
Space between brothers Maybe anger separates Maybe there’s nothing
Mike is my older brother. He is low functioning, autistic and has never spoken. I don’t know if Mike knows that I am his brother. The watercolor/collage below is an image fragment from one of my dreams. Mike is my brother He has not spoken ever I dream about him
I began my collage a couple of days ago as a response to one of my paintings that I didn’t like (see Rescued Blunder). I used glue to tack the torn pieces onto another, pre-glazed watercolor sheet. I abandoned my plan to flatten the torn paper, and let them curl. Pictured below is the first […]
Sometimes mistakes just can’t be modified into successes. That was the case the other day. I tore up the offending ink and watercolor abstract (of dimensions 9×12 inches). I like to avoid waste, so I assembled the scraps on a 12×16 inch piece of watercolor paper. Previously, I glazed the entire surface with Prussian blue […]
I dream in vivid images. They are very detailed when I am dreaming them, less so after I awake. Last night’s dream was a situation. I had died, which was a bit uncomfortable, but alive in another body, still my own. I felt very alive, but aware that one day I would have to go […]
Today’s experiment: I continue today with my series about time. Early in the series I wrote a experimented with the past (My Analog Past, Memory of Teaching Dave to Ride) developing graphics to portray time (Re-Inspection of Time) and abstract riffs using these visual ideas (Time Tiger, Untitled Time Piece). My thoughts today centered on how the perception […]
I may have been thinking too much lately. Those of you who have been reading my blog for a while know that I have been trying to find a visual way to express my ideas and feelings. When I began my blog, my mission was to talk about autism from a brother’s point of view, […]
Below is a collage that I assembled from childhood photos, photos I took during my quest to discover who my older autistic brother is, and a rubber brain – the thing that looks like a wrinkly tush. A collage should have meaning even if the viewer isn’t privy to the exact references the artist had […]