Human Form

I started writing again in my blog because I had some things that I wanted to get out into the world.  It became a habit of sorts and now it is more of a chore than a joy.  I’m going to keep writing the blog, but once a week, not every day. I leave you with self portraits done many years ago.

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…

I’ve been reflecting on isolation and social distancing that we are all undergoing.  As an artist, I am very comfortable being on my own and naturally an introvert who doesn’t do much social interaction.  In looking over my work, I found this image I did while living in New York City of a young woma…

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…