Last day in Florence

I am so happy to have started this project in Florence. 
A city rich with history and importance.


"Tim and me 1961"

This is one of my favorite photographs. My brother is 4 years older than me.
As a child I thought he could do no wrong.
I felt protected and his was an image I tried to copy during my childhood years.


During adolescence my path took a turn when I took my first art class at 14 years. 
It was then that I became my own person. 
My brother's and my paths are vastly different now though there will always be that early bond seeing each other twice a year during family gatherings.

 

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