Digital

Another experiment with AI. This time it helped me flesh out an idea that I have had for a long time–Atabey (Mother Earth) and all of creation.  It came out really nice. Much more complicated than I would have drawn myself.  Sometimes I wonder where these ideas come from and why some great ideas ar…

    The conversation around Artificial Intelligence and the creative fields is intense. Will it replace human creativity?  I don’t think so. Will it be used indiscriminately?  Of course. Will it replace some jobs?  Of course. Is it a useful tool? Yes. Is there a place for humans and AI to…

There is a lot of hype/fear about Artificial Intelligence taking away from human endeavors — especially in the creative fields. My own opinion is that it is a tool like any other — can be used for good, bad and ugly. I have used digital techniques since the late 90s. Although the programs (applica…

In going thru my digital files and in the process of keeping up with my software skills, I decided to experiment with AI. I found this image of Samuel Coki Paneto. I don’t know who took the image but I got it in pieces and it was in black and white. In Photoshop I did the following: Used AI to fill…

Just announcing that two of my works of art “Beauty Never Dies” and “Guimazoa,” were accepted for publication in the fall edition of the journal Calyx. “Beauty Never Dies” (20-by-30 inches, acrylic on canvas) depicts the same woman at ages 18 and 65 in her native environment. A commissioned piece, t…

  From Papo—who totally broke my heart and dreams. I didn’t know that he would be one of the hostile ones.  Believe them when they tell you a truth.

I went to see Preston Singletary’s glass exhibit, Raven and the Box of Daylight”, at the Smithsonian’s National Museum of the American Indian. His work takes Tinglit symbolism and art and does them in glass with some with mixed media.  He found his “niche” after years of experimentation with realist…

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…