Block painting done, now to add the detail…this is a memory of my twin brother and I on a beach in France We were flying a kite in the freezing wind in a vast grey/blue landscape. We were about 7years old and I thought the kite was going to carry me away….but my brother hung on.
A poignant time ..our mother used to dressed us alike with matching dress, trouser fabrics and identical coats. We were soon to be treated very differently and kept mostly separate, as our ‘twiness’ became more about us and less about our mother.
Coming up to 60yrs old we are more in touch now than ever and i know the deep connection for each other never really went away, we were just in the middle of someone else’s storm.
This is for my brother when he finally returns from living in LA. When he comes home.
