It funny I walk around today think I'm good but he's better my brother that is. The reason I am an artist the reason I am considered talented. Before I traced my first ninja turtle and brought it to school and got hat first buzz from the oooohs and the aahhh I was a biker.
You see while I was trying to figure out my next jump my dear big brother was inside discovering perspective while I played football and basketball he played with multiple mediums as if they were long lost cousins. I had no chance of catching up by the time I enter the race he had already won first place as he helped me get second preparing the seat next to him with pure comfort I was never a threat. So I grew up my little brother, cousin, nephew all have the touch and it seems I am the one but only because he is gone. My older brother as great as he was also had muscular dystrophy and shockingly passed in his bed one afternoon. I just spoke to him about a painting I was working on him on the phone as if we were in the same room working on it. Ear pressed against the phone brush in one hand paint in the other (I can't wait until you see this man) I'm sure he see it and more now. The gifts God gave me he cultivated them in me and I just hope I do him proud I've been told all through school I have big shoes to fill (with awards of my brothers on the wall) and I use to hate that I felt like I didn't matter like his greatness casts a big shadow. But I guess I'm built for that so I gonna keep running my race in the sun. EJ
