Joy is home. Yay! No visiting hours is a bitch. Hard to imagine enduring this long term.
I am in the middle of a series of sketches of my brother Mike, from photos I took many years ago. Today, I made a sketch of my wife, Joy, from photograph. I had to take her to hospital today.
My brother Mike gets a lot of help. Everyone I met who takes care of Mike like him and give him loving help.
The bus taking the day school students back to the group home sometimes took a while to get there. Here, my brother Mike is waiting to go home, with a slinky, his favorite toy.
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, […]