Today is July 26th. Today, if my brother Micheal were still alive, he would be thirty-three years old. I am thirty. When I meet a man who is three years older, the first thing I think about is how he is the same age as my brother. The thirty-three year old man seems familiar - as if he and my brother are part of the same club. Maybe he knew Michael or has a friend who knew him. Maybe they both played Mario on Nintendo or listened to Sublime. A part of me thinks I will always see a bit of my brother in these men who are young enough to be my best friend and still old enough to be bigger than me.
The last 3 months have been exhilerating (more blog posts to come!) One of the things I've been up to is working with the FSU Center for Autism and Related Disabilities and the FSU Museum of Fine Art. They have invited me to be a part of a small exhibit of artists who are all on the autism spectrum. I will be showing work from my time in Memphis - including 3 new poems! I finished writing my artist statement this morning and thought I'd share. :-)
It’s fitting that my first blog post on my new website would coincide with moving into a new studio in a new city. Two months ago I left my little house in my quiet beach town and moved to Memphis, TN all in the name of love. Supposedly love makes people do things like this all the time.