| Love, Alex* |
| On thick black marker legs stands the smiling girl in my brother�s drawing from 1992. Stiff pink skirt, purple turtleneck, vivid, lifelike, their colours leak past the lines: declarations of originality. Her limp hair immortalized before the use of shampoo-conditioner two-in-ones. No resemblance to her namesake, the smiling girl remains smiling through the years of �I hate you�s and �Don�t hit me�s. The magic of young sibling affection is in its transience, but nostalgia when it has passed. |
| * based on a real drawing by my brother, Alex |