05/14/2026
I shared something very personal today.
It began with a photograph I took of my mom sitting across from me at a restaurant table. Nothing staged. Nothing fancy. Just an ordinary moment.
But I saw her.
And once I saw her that way, I couldn’t leave the photograph alone.
I’m not a painter, so I used the tools I do have: photography, memory, art history, AI-assisted image work, and a lot of human judgment. I generated versions, rejected versions, refined and refined again, always asking the same question:
Does this still feel like her?
The result became a triptych of three imagined portraits: one with ceremony, one with ancestry, one stripped almost down to presence.
The crown is imaginary. The royal house is imaginary. The backstory is imaginary.
But the love is not.
The photograph is not.
The seeing is not.
This is my way of honoring my mom after Mother’s Day, not by turning her into someone else, but by letting the world see what I saw sitting across from me.
Now the world gets to see her.
Forever. ❤️
How a photograph of my mother became a triptych about memory, AI, art history, and the CogniCuisine™ method of transformation.