Darwin’s Gallery

Darwin’s Gallery

 

Artist Darwin, 62

Darwin, 62

Incarcerated: 29 years

I find art itself to be inspiring and self-expressive; magical in such a way as to draw or paint myself into any imaginary setting… A quiet peaceful place to breathe, to meditate, to be still… to marvel at the reflection given by the water. To watch the sunset and sunrise. My inspiration for art goes far back into my childhood. When I was five, I watched a friend of my parents pencil sketch a large drawing of me from a small photo. My parents split up when I was six and I spent lots of time with my grandmother Rusa, “Madear.” She loved to paint landscape scenes. I loved how she could bring life to mountains and oceans. My grandmother encouraged me with coloring books, teaching me to color within the lines. I went from there to doodling with pencil and paper and drawing the Flintstones as I watched them appear on the black and white TV screen. Back then, drawing became my escape from boredom and loneliness.

I entered a drawing contest at age eight, advertised in the TV Guide. It was a drawing of a deer, “Spunky.” My interest in art continued throughout my life in prison as I indulged in pastel portraits while at Folsom, Calipatria and Soledad prisons– then onward to San Quentin where I continued with my art in taking classes with the William James Association. I took classes such as beginning drawing, watercolors, origami and book arts. While taking these classes I came across some very talented artists: Bruce, Morgan, Ben, Paul, and teaching artists: Ned, Sonia, Katya and Grimes, who were instrumental in giving me tips and direction which further encouraged me to take a shot at actual painting on canvas material. I could not believe my own work and probably wouldn’t have discovered it without my participation in San Quentin’s Art Program. Darwin’s paintings will be for sale along with 41 pieces painted by people inside SQ. 👀for an auction and stop by our office to see them in person!

I HAVE PAINTED MYSELF INTO a scenery of solitude where the air is clean of pollutants. A scenery where I can roam high-up, freely into the sky and dive fiercely into a scenery of raging waters. A scenery where I can come alive. A scenery where I can thrive. A scenery where I can be at peace with where I HAVE PAINTED MYSELF INTO.

Thank you for your appreciation of my painting. I am honored for the privilege of helping to support Humans of San Quentin. 

Darwin Billingsley

Jeffrey’s Gallery

Jeffrey’s Gallery

 

Artist Jeffrey, 59

Jeffrey, 59

Incarcerated: 19 years

My late mother is the one who originally inspired me to get into art. She would draw with her left hand. I was amazed at the angle and how she made it look easy. In kindergarten I started out drawing fish, dinosaurs, trees, and landscapes. My favorite part of the day in San Quentin is when I get to go to the studio and help other artists. The “Arts In Corrections” classes are like an extended family. We’ve all been through our individual traumas, and art is the vehicle that brings peace and healing. We all still suffer through daily challenges. For example: My friend Joe shared that his art sucked in comparison to everyone else’s. I assured him there would be a day he would not only enjoy creating his art, but would love it, regardless of where he compared to others. I told him the story of how a child learns how to walk, first they learn how to crawl, then walk before they can run, where in between there are a lot of struggles. Joe got the point and began to excel in his art. His confidence increased by leaps and bounds, and his art-work even surpassed many of the artists in our classes! I would also like to share why I am so passionate about helping others: As the result of the childhood traumas I suffered, I chose to go down a path of crime, which also caused many others to suffer trauma. I thought of myself as a piece of crap, but since I’ve found healing and a sense of value through my faith, self-help groups, and my art, instead of bringing hurt, destruction, and trauma for others, I now have dedicated my life to bringing love, peace, and healing. I want to be a productive member of society, not one that brings destruction. I’m putting this into practice. I am working to help people outside through my art because I want to make amends to all those I have hurt. I do this by donating some of my artwork to worthy causes like “Breast Cancer Awareness” and “Southern Poverty Law Center,” to name a few. I also care deeply about climate change and have recently contributed to the “Peace Flag Project,” and entered a painting to a gallery in Santa Cruz, plus other pieces to other exhibits about climate change.

Kelvin’s Gallery

Kelvin’s Gallery

 

Artist Kelvin, 61

Incarcerated: 18 years

Housed: San Quentin State Prison 

Artist Bio & Inspiration
I am a lifelong resident of the San Francisco Bay Area, from Richmond, California.

My inspiration for art was born from my experiences, passions, perceptions, and from others who have shared their stories. Regardless of my level of ability, art has always been a catalyst for me to create and engage with others. As I continue to learn and grow as an artist, in a variety of genres, I remain steadfast, in increasing my level of knowledge.

Inspiration for “Chillin”
Despite their obvious differences, my pets got along very well, and were very protective of one another.

Inspiration for “You can take us home now”
A reflective thought from my mid-twenties. My ex-wife had this endearing way of letting me know that she was ready to go. Rarely did the occasion matter. She’d snuggled up close and whisper the same six words with a smile.

Kenneth’s Gallery

Kenneth’s Gallery

 

Artist Kenneth, 69

Incarcerated: 23 years 
Housed: Stateville Correctional Center, Joliet, Illinois

I express my reality through art and poetry. My biggest regret is failing my son. I take responsibility for him sitting in the cell right above me. Despite all the things that challenge us as black men, I fail him as a father.

My art is born out of the many social injustice issues that we face day to day; such as the school to prison pipeline, protests and to black lives matter. There are proud moments, to man’s call and dependence on something higher than himself.  I paint and write with the purpose and intent to provoke thought and conversation. I ask you for your feedback and suggestions and if it motivates you to get involved in helping the marginalization of the black and brown. We are often forgotten.

Khiem, 41

Khiem, 41

Meet Khiem…

Through art I found a connection to my son. And through drawing I guided him to express his feelings in a positive way.

Incarcerated: 11 years

I have a son named Jason. Being a father who is far away, I needed to find a way to connect to my son. When I got locked up, he was nearly two. On his second birthday, I wanted to send him a card. I told myself I would learn how to draw so I could draw for him and everyone who supports me out there. I found that drawing was not only helping me build our relationship, It was also a way to express my emotions, a productive way to spend my time and it helped me focus and I’ve learned to be patient. It turned into a therapy which took me out of prison. I draw flowers, birds, koi fishes, and Spiderman, my son’s favorite superhero. I am also helping him to express his feelings through art. I could confidently say we finally found a common ground that we can talk about whenever I call home. Today, I would like to share my story and my little drawing. I hope by my sharing, it will help lift people up and help them find peace. I drew for peace in Ukraine, tensions in Southeast Asia, etc. I want to wish the world a peaceful moment. I was the kid who was growing up after the war. I’ve experienced that path and I had to move to a whole different country. I left behind everything and struggled for a new life. So peace is what I wish for, not only in the world, but for all of us incarcerated, who live in a negative environment. The blossom flowers represent a better life, better moments under the moonlight, under the darkest times. Even if the flower could blossom under the moonlight, so do we- right! 

Thank you for asking me to write and thank you for giving me the opportunity to express my feelings. I would say expressing feelings through art is one of the most powerful, positive ways which I wish I could have learned a long time ago (before I committed my crime). Through art I found a connection to my son. And through drawing I guided him to express his feelings in a positive way.

Through drawing I found a connection to my son. And through drawing I guided him to express his feelings in a positive way. He is now 13 and interesting in cooking, I am glad he found something positive to do and help cope with his daily problems.

 

Sweet-Sour-Spicy Fish Soup

Food is the most important tool to connect me to my feelings, memories and also to help me in my loneliness. When I miss my parents, my childhood, or my hometown, I cook and try to use all the stuff we have here to make magic, to make the taste to a point which triggers my memory. I call my food fancy names like the names from home. One of the dishes I make the most is sweet – sour- spicy fish soup. At SQ, we’re allowed to bring vegetables back such as tomatoes, celery, onions, etc.

We are in prison so we lack ingredients. However, if you ever tasted the food before, all you need is to try to recreate it using what we have and match your memory. If you have never tasted it before, then you can create your own dish,  and who knows, you might create something good.

I kept telling my friends that my cooking is not based on formulas such as 1 teaspoon, 1 pinch salt, 1 cup water, etc. I use my memory and taste. Whatever the taste I want, I will find something to match: instead of lemon and sugar, here in prison we use Kool-Aid Lemonade or even sugar and lemon juice, or sugar and vinegar. If you look for sweet, sour, spicy then you can use jalapeno juice and sugar to try to balance it with other spices. We don’t have catfish so we use Marckel or even tuna or sardines instead!

I like to make this because it reminds me of my hometown. Of course, we are in prison so we don’t have enough stuff to make it exactly. But we can make a similar version, and most Asian Pacific-Islanders will recognize this kind of soup. At home, we make it with freshwater or tropical fish – sometimes we use rock fish or pink fish, but it’s always good with catfish from the Mekong River.

I love to make magic in the kitchen. Especially in a place like prison, we lack everything but it won’t stop us from making a good rice bowl.

We are looking for sweet, sour, spicy and a bit salty. If the fish sauce isn’t salty enough (remember fish sauce is for the favor, it is super strong so be careful) we use salt to make it salty instead of fish sauce. Optionally, you can use sriracha or tabasco sauce instead of jalapeño pepper to make it spicy. Tom Yum paste is in rich flavor so it can be used on its own with just lemon for sour we only need the Lemon for sour The miso soup base pangsiugan, is sour already so all we need is to balance the flavors with fish sauce and salt. Optional: you can also add shitake mushroom, sour bamboo shoot or sour mustard, to taste.

Editor’s notes:

  • Fresh fish will work fine here as well. Choose a full-flavored, high fat fish such as mackrel, sardines, or catfish.
  • We tested this recipe with the Kool-Aid Drink Mix (which is essentially just citric acid)  but you may substitute fresh lemon juice instead. 
  • Nora Kitchen Islander Style Miso Soup Base can be found on Amazon.com.

Makes 2 servings

Ingredients

1 ripe tomato, chopped

1 stick celery, diced

1 jalapeno pepper, finely chopped (seeds and ribs removed for a less spicy dish)

½ medium onion, diced

9 oz. canned mackerel or sardines

2 -.23 oz. packets Kool-Aid Lemonade Drink Mix or 1 Tablespoon freshly squeezed lemon

1 – 1.05 oz. packet Nora Kitchen Islander Style Miso Soup Base (Pangsingang Sa Miso)

1 tsp. fish sauce

2 teaspoons granulated sugar

1 seasoning packet from Chili Flavor Ramen Noodle Soup (save the noodles for serving, or another use)

Cooked white rice or noodles, for serving

Instructions

In a medium saucepan, combine the tomato, celery, jalapeño pepper, and onion. Strain the fish, reserving the liquid in a medium bowl. Gently break the fish up into bite-sized chunks, and then add to the pan with the vegetables.

Add the Kool-Aid Lemonade Drink Mix, Miso Soup Base, fish sauce, sugar, and chili seasoning to the bowl with the strained fish liquid. Mix briefly, then add to the pan with the fish and the vegetables. 

Bring the fish mixture to a simmer on medium low and cook for 30 minutes – do not let the mixture boil.

Place cooked rice or noodles in two bowls. Split the fish mixture between the two bowls, spooning over the rice or noodles, then top with additional sauce from the pan.

Recipe tested by Sheri Codiana

Alyce, 70

Alyce, 70

Meet Alyce…

Man, for the next twenty years that idiot would periodically come out, naked as usual, asking if they looked like they were hanging. Worry wart! And they say women are vain.

Incarcerated: 6 years

Housed: Corona, California

When I was 15, I lied about my age and was hired as a nurse’s aid in a convalescent hospital in Huntington Beach. It was one of those crappy dumping grounds where the indigent were taken to die. I made minimum wage and worked six days a week from 3:30 to midnight. I was standing by the nurses station having just finished my rounds checking and changing diapers. A rather tall fellow, 80’s if he was a day, 100 pounds soaking wet, naked as a jaybird comes shuffling down the hallway holding his catheter bag muttering, “Can someone help me, please?” Up until working in this place, I’d never seen a naked old man before and I have to say, it wasn’t pretty. What stood out was his nuts, they damn near stretched down to his knobby knees, banging back and forth like the clapper in a cowbell. With eyes wide open I just looked at the nurses like, “I can use some help here.” Flash forward 40 years. My husband of 25 years died and I’m shacking up with Fred, a Puerto Rican five years my junior. He’s watching me dress one night and asks, “How come women’s breasts sag like that? My wife did the same thing.” With mild indignation, I looked and queried “First things first. Your wife had four babies did she not?” He smiles with pride, “Oh yeah.” “Well, there you go. Breastfeeding is a killer on the boobs and when we get older, gravity strikes,” I noted with disgust looking at my 44 double DD’s that are now 38 longs. He shakes his head and says, “Sure am glad that doesn’t happen to men.” I looked over at him and said, “I got a newsflash for you sweetcheeks, and I proceeded to tell him the story about the knee-knocking nuts I saw in that hospital. When I was done, he was just standing there slack-jawed, eyes bulging in abject horror. I smiled and went back to dressing. Later, Fred, who has always had nice tight testis came walking out into the living room- naked as that proverbial jaybird and with furrowed brows ask, “Do they look like they’re hanging?” “Really, did you really just ask me that?” Man, for the next twenty years that idiot would periodically come out, naked as usual, asking if they looked like they were hanging. Worry wart! And they say women are vain.

January 2, 2023

Correctional Treatment Center

I was sent to the triage and treatment area because I was exhibiting Covid symptoms. I tested positive. A doctor I didn’t know was on the phone ordering I be sent to the Riverside University Hospital because of my age and being a high medical risk. Because of previous experience at that hospital, I emphatically refused to go. I signed a refusal. I was then placed in the correction treatment center. In doing so, the person in charge came to me to discuss my Do Not Resuscitate (DNR) order and my contact information to inform my sister I was in the hospital. The next day, going for x-rays I collapsed into unconsciousness. I was told by nurses that I became unresponsive, I was seizing and had quit breathing. I don’t know what life-saving measures were taken but when I opened my eyes there was a room full of people around me. A man that looked like a doctor was congratulating a lady for her quick action. When I next came to, I was in an ambulance and life-saving measures were being implemented. My DNR was ignored… again. When I came to again, I found out I was in the Riverside University Hospital.

I demanded to be sent back to prison and signed the refusal… twice but it did not happen. The treatment there was outrageous. I was there for five days and was never given water. I was placed in a rehabbed storage room with no bathroom. I was escorted, sick with covid, to a public bathroom. I had to wear my street clothes the entire stay, and was never allowed to bathe or wash my face and hands. I was made to suffer with a migraine for 13 hours before they would give me a prescription. I demanded to be sent back to prison. I removed my own I.V. never saw food and did not see a single person until the next day. The doctor finally sent me home to prison. On my way out of the basement I saw beds lined end-to-end in the hallways, full of other inmates, homeless people, itinerant workers, mentally ill and children! Who does this? I have never seen anything like this in my life or been treated this horribly. I’ve met several other inmates who met the same fate there. Why is this allowed? That’s what I want to know

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