another day in the life of....

His caregiver asks  “Do you feel his feelings, are you connected in some way?”

My answer is, I don’t think so, I know that I knew about him for a long time, and now I use these images, to touch and to honor him and each moment that I caress the surface of the paper, I try to understand the similarity and the difference. I try to  imagine how it feels after years of being institutionalized. 

Do you feel?

With each mark I draw over the surface of his imagine, I try to make up for lost time, to spend moments caressing him if only from a distance, touching him, trying to understand the years and his experience, through him, trying to come to terms with my own self and who I am.

I slept next to you, before we were born, I knew you as you know yourself and I look at your image on the screen and I wonder who you are. Who we are? 

I can only make images that reflect the stranger I was born with.
Stephen 2014

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