This is another self portrait relating to my relationship with my autistic brother Mike. He was low functioning and nonverbal and I was never able to establish a meaningful, two-way communication with him. The barrier between Mike (represented by the eye with rays, is Mike’s hand. He would typically have his pinky finger of his […]
Those of you who have been following my blog for a while, might recognize some of the themes in this self portrait sketch. My brother Mike was autistic, low functioning and nonverbal, and I never quite knew if he knew I was his brother. Since we are brothers, we have the same genetic inheritance, so […]
I tried to merge my face with my brother Mike’s. Mike was autistic, low functioning and nonverbal. His eyes didn’t seem to work together. Mike shaped a good part of my life, and he is never totally out of my thoughts.
I had been thinking of creating self portraits in the styles of different artistic genres. The first that came to my mind was cubism. My knowledge of cubism is the breaking down of scenes into component planes. In some cubist paintings, it seems as if the space portrayed inside the frame is fractured. I am […]
I don’t think this looks like me but Joy thinks it’s better than most of my self portraits thus far. It’s a basic transcription of the photo I took of myself moments before. Since I am getting better at copying, I suppose it is my likeness. I intend to increasingly abstract my facial features in […]
This person looks like s/he could be a Morris Dancer, but I don’t know what those pillow-like objects are. They might be cases holding old-fashion drums. I do know that this is from a photo I took in 1990 in Brooklyn, NY.
I took this shot in 1990 at the back of a pizza joint in NYC in 1990.
From 2021 in LA: A man on the way to welding something.
This sketch is from a photo I took in 1989. Don’t know what kind of car it is, though.
This is a 4×4, or used to be. A tree fell on it.
