I grew up in the shadow of my big brother. He was an artist before I was. I watched as he learned to play music, and as he began his life in visual art. I followed in his footsteps. Eventually, I stuck with music and became a performance artist. He stayed with the visual arts of painting, drawing, and photography.
Today is April 4. It would have been my brother, James Gordon’s 56th birthday. However, he’s not with us anymore. I have several of his photos and drawings hanging on the walls of our home. I think about how gregarious he was. I always envied his ability to be social and make new friends.
He passed away from complications with AIDS in 1994. He was 31.
I miss my big brother.
Happy birthday Jim!