Digital

I see your face in many. Some near some far. I smile and remember our time and pretend that the simulation is really you. My eyes caress your hair and smile. I imagine that you miss me and see me in others. But the eyes are not yours and the voice is different. My joy fades like our long, ago love -…

From left to right: The Robles— Auroro, Natividad, and my grandparents, Fernanda and Francisco I only saw my paternal grandfather once and my paternal grandmother once.  I saw them together only once when I went to Puerto Rico (Boriken) when I was 6 years old. I remember running up a beautiful green…

Providencia David, a pompous name fit for a queen – her regal majesty of the South Bronx. Provi to her friends and family. Her realm was a fourth floor walkup that hid her many treasures – overflowing jungles of houseplants, emerald parakeets, golden canaries, hot house flowers, knick knacks and doi…

This was written awhile back but now that graves that have been desecrated again on the island of Boriken aka Puerto Rico, it still holds true.  We even now have scientific proof with DNA studies that the native people of the island are not extinct, just within our hearts and souls. ________________…

I have been doing some type of artwork ever since I could hold a pencil, crayon or whatever else could make mark on some type of surface.  Some of my favorite times have been in art school and doing assignments using very traditional tools and techniques.  In fact, I took a course on ancient art tec…