In a previous post I mentioned the difficulty in starting the project about my brother. He was in my life every day until I was 10 years old, but I didn’t have much contact with him after that, for a long time. Lost wax method In thinking of Mike’s influence on me, I recall the lost […]
Here I begin a series of occasional posts about my attempts to gather my thoughts, photographs and writing into a coherent narrative about my relationship with my older autistic brother and my family. Facing such a task can be overwhelming: Thoughts can be muddled, photography skills may not be up to par; even the statement of […]
