A Letter to My Brother

Dear Brother,

You are an artist. One thing I admire so much about you is that you've always known this. We've always known it too, by the way, from the time you were barely walking and you were drawing complete, detailed trains. You've never stopped creating. Now, you're a painter. You live here in New York City, in Brooklyn to be specific, and you are doing it. You found a way to make ends meet here, as a handyman in a big gallery in Chelsea. You get out there; you make connections. All of the rest of your time goes into painting. You paint your heart out. You stay true to what you believe is your path. And now, you have your first solo show.  Your star is rising.

I know it's hard. I know this city chews us up and spits us out. I know there are good days and bad days. I know you're worried about money, about your contract, about what's going to happen next. I can't assuage those specific worries. But I can tell you this: You are going in the right direction. Because you are doing exactly what you were born to do. So there is no other direction to take. We should all be so lucky, so bold, as to follow our destinies.

Keep on keeping on.

Love,
Your Sister