I don’t often ride in a car as a passenger, but recently had the opportunity to do so. My vision was restored just the other day after my second cataract operation in a month. I had to leave the driving to the surgery and the follow-up appointment to someone else. It was a pleasure to […]
I continue my ongoing quest to reduce clutter in my life. The fact that today is my birthday has re-animated my efforts to empty my file cabinet of nonessential items and otherwise, lighten up. Throughout my life I have been collecting interesting things. The most manageable of these them are the printed articles: newspaper clippings […]
Mom or Dad took this picture of Dave and me, by the steps leading up to Mike’s building at Willowbrook. This was during one of the frequent visits we made to see our brother. The picture below is my wishful thinking made visible.
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.
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 […]
