This is a sketch for a future painting. I drew it shortly after Mike died. I got a call the day he died, from one of his caregivers, who told me, “Michael is transitioning.” I was fortunate enough to get to talk to him during his last hours. Mike was nonverbal and never gave me […]
Somehow, my sketch doesn’t reveal the pleasure Mike takes in relaxing.
That sums it up: Nice moments trump (pardon the expression) being with your stuff.
One of the hardest parts of retiring was moving across the country with a lifetime of accumulated…. s*uff. I, to this day, still have an issue letting go of things. At some point letting go will be a must… I’m working up to it gradually… very gradually.
I recently came across this ‘comic book’ that I made shortly after I retired. I still have some of these issues more than 10 years later.
This is the second page of my short comic “I’m My Own Worst Enemy“, about a bit of life as a sibling of a nonverbal, low functioning, autistic brother.
Brotherly Love 