My Brother

My Brother, The Mathematics Professor. 2012. Pen and ink on 9"x12" Bristol Board

This is an old drawing. I wanted to repost this because I read this article today. It is about my brother. You know how I often swoon over my brothers and sisters. I have nothing but the highest regard and admiration for them. One would think it is only natural for me to do that because I am their sister. So, it is wonderful when a very respected judge verifies it. :) 

The writer is a childhood friend and an elementary and high school classmate of my brother. He is now a judge in the city where I grew up. He and my sister Leah attended the same law school. My brother is a very kind and humble man. His mathematical equations have been used by NASA and in several scientific researches. 

I used this image because I did this drawing after I perused the photographs my brother took of the exotic plants and flowers last year. I have never seen most of them, how could that be? Maybe I did not look hard. Maybe because I do not like wild places. Several weeks after I completed this drawing, my brother had poison ivy. Oh my. I told him it must have been from going deep into the wild rain forests. I remembered being distressed about it when I talked to him on the phone. He just kept saying "yes, yes" to whatever I said just to make me stop. Hah!

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My Brothers

My Brothers. 8"x10" Archival ink on 11"x14" Bristol Board

Passion Flower photographed by Dr. Ernesto P. Adorio

I have written this before. You know what a good brother does for me? He reminds me never to lose hope in men.  I have two brothers. They remind me that they always have something to offer, that they care and love and are smart and intelligent and a lot of fun, that they will protect me and support me and love me no matter how stoic they are and how they never say how much they love me. I just know that they do. I know they hurt as much as my sisters and I did when we lost our sister. They were there at her bedside when she was ill, constantly, quietly. I sometimes wonder how they felt. I never saw them cry. They just looked in the distance or within. I love my brothers. I love them even though when I was a little girl growing up I mercilessly fought with them under unfair rules. They were not allowed to hit, neither was I but nothing stopped me and I got away with it. It's a good thing they were older because they just had to hold my arm up in the air until a kicked and screamed for them to let me go. 


This past weekend, I worked at home for a project implementation. In between work sessions I managed to start a drawing, a tribute to my brothers. I have been looking at my brother Ernesto's photographs of plants and flowers. I hope he likes this and won't complain that I put him and Nonoy Danny in the middle of the garden. My brother Daniel is actually a plant lover and quite a gardener. While I have never seen Ernesto plant anything, he loves to take photographs of plants and flowers and read in the garden. This is my tribute to my brothers. 


I broke my brother ukulele once. I don't think I will ever forget that, nor forgive myself. They are both engineers. My brothers never complain about me. They are peaceful men who read a lot. They never criticize me. They only smile at the things I do. Ernesto and I discuss a lot of politics and religion. We argue a lot. I love my brothers. I am so proud of them.

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