Mike-Related Watercolor: Dream Image (2016)

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

Collage – Final Configuration

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 […]

Rescued Blunder

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 […]

Dream Images, Edited

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 […]

Every 15 Minutes

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, […]

Brain Collage

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 […]