Brotherly Love

What a neat article my son Brad sent to me. Bradley has always had a love for Art, and a love for those with special needs, no wonder he loved this story. Now this is truly Brotherly Love at its best! Thank you Brad!

Enjoy and good night dear friends.

Tom & James Draw is the beau­ti­ful col­lab­o­ra­tive art project between James Gulliver Hancock and his brother Tom, who was born with Down’s Syndrome. Their work is gor­geous — lay­ered, col­or­ful and fas­ci­nat­ing. Here’s more:
Their col­lab­o­ra­tion is unique as they are shar­ing expe­ri­ences between the out­sider and “insider” art world. James iden­ti­fies with Toms abstract use of visual cod­ing and Tom builds around James’ skilled and con­fi­dent mark mak­ing. Tom relaxes James’ tech­ni­cal obses­sions, and James enables Tom’s con­cen­tra­tion and play­ful mark­mak­ing. Together they make worlds of expe­ri­ence, encom­pass­ing peo­ple around them and their actions, ani­mals, plants, engines, and some­times hilar­i­ous nods to the human expe­ri­ence and perception.
Both of them are inter­ested in obses­sion, both within mark mak­ing and the role obses­sion plays with per­cep­tion and life in general.

Found the article here:

Here is Brad's post on the story, he too writes a daily blog, he is his Momma's boy!

http://www.visualnews.com/2012/04/26/two-brothers-one-piece-of-art/

" To the world you may be just one person, but to just one person you may be the world"

Brotherly love!

I heard a couple of beautiful talks today at church during our Christmas program. The message was incredible and so I wanted to share it with you.  This story illustrates the Savior's mission and is told by Margaret Nadauld:

"When our twins were only about 5 years old, they were just learning to ride their bicycles. As I glanced out the window, I saw them speeding down the street on their bikes going very fast! Perhaps they were going a little too fast for their level of ability, because all of a sudden Adam had a terrible crash! He was tangled up in the wreck, and all I could see was a twist of handlebars  and tires and arms and legs. His little twin brother, Aaron, saw the whole thing happen, and immediately he skidded to a stop and jumped off his bike. He threw it down and ran to the aid of this brother, whom he loved very much. These little twins were truly of one heart. If one hurt, so did the other. If one got tickled, they both laughed. If one started a sentence, the other could complete it. What one felt, the other did also. So it was painful for Aaron to see Adam crash! Adam was a mess. He had skinned knees, he was bleeding from a head wound, his pride was damaged, and he was crying. In a fairly gentle, five-year-old way, Aaron helped his brother get untangled from the crash, he checked out the wounds, and then he did the dearest thing. He picked the brother up and carried him home. Or tried to. This wasn't very easy because they were the same size, but he tried. And as he struggled and lifted and half-dragged, half-carried his brother along, they finally reached the front porch. By this time, Adam, the injured one, was no longer crying, but Aaron, the rescuer, was. When asked, "Why are you crying, Aaron?" he said simply, "Because Adam hurts." And so he had brought him home to help, home to someone who knew what to do, to someone who could cleanse the wounds, bind them up, and make it better--home to love.

Just as one twin helped his brother in need, so might we all be lifted, helped, even carried at times by our beloved Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ. He feels what we feel; He knows our heart. It was His mission to wipe away our tears, cleanse our wounds, and bless  us with His healing power. He can carry us home to our Heavenly Father with the strength of His matchless love.

"True happiness comes only by making others others happy---the practical application of the Savior's doctrine of losing one's life to gain it. in short, the Christmas spirit is the Christ spirit, that makes our hearts glow in brotherly love and friendship and  prompts us to kind deeds of service.  ~ David O. McKay