Erick’s Gallery

Erick’s Gallery

 

Artist Erick, 37

Erick, 37

Incarcerated: 6 years

People in the free world think incarcerated people are sad, depressed or angry. That’s not true for me. I’m living a happy life. Every morning, I get up and am laser focused on getting in the telephone line. I stand in line for about 30 minutes for a 15 minute call, all to talk to my wife to find out how she’s doing and keep our relationship strong. We’ve been married for six years. She lives in Southern California. Things would be better if we were able to have family visits – overnight visits for two or three days. I like drawing stuff that has to do with things that don’t exist in the real world, like the phoenix, and the crying angel. They bring me self-fulfillment. I did a mariachi painting recently because I’ve never done a cultural piece and in prison, it’s a big thing to embrace one’s culture. Now, my relationship with my Mexican culture has changed as I’m delving deeper into it. Collectively, these pieces represent my personality and feelings as well as my desire to keep challenging myself as an artist. The next piece I’m thinking of is a skeleton that emphasizes the rib cage. I want it to have a rose as its heart with light coming out of it. The light coming out of the heart would represent my circumstance of being in prison. People think when someone is sent to prison that life stops, but it doesn’t. People still go to school, create art, and are still relevant. I create artwork in order to give something positive to the world. I don’t want to live in the shadow of the crime that I committed. I know I have the capacity to change because I’m putting in the work to learn about myself. Both of Erick’s paintings will be for sale along with 41 pieces painted by people inside SQ. 👀for our auction. Please stop by our office to see them in person!

Perrpul Candles 

Description: I wanted to create some ghostly, purple candles because I love both. The flame is intriguing to watch, so I had to paint some candles!

Cheeser Smile

Description: I love drawing cartoons. I wanted to do a dark green mint background with variations of the color red for the woman. I wanted this art piece to be playful and fun.

Jonquil, 36

Jonquil, 36

Meet Jonquil…

I’m a self-titled hopeless romantic. I see love as the most exhilarating thing any person can experience.

Jonquil, 36
Incarcerated: 13 years
Housed: San Quentin State Prison

I’m a self-titled hopeless romantic. I see love as the most exhilarating thing any person can experience. Throughout my 36 years of orbit on this blue marble we call home, I’ve rode the roller coaster known as love. In past relationships, I’ve given all of me only to be handed the muddy end of the stick, time and time again. Women who claimed they wanted honesty, loyalty, and love – proved they preferred men labeled as “dogs.” By 24, after one heartbreak too many, I was on the brink of being jaded. I figured if I went down to the level of “dog” then I could have a woman stay loyal and truthful. I struggled with myself for the first three months of incarceration. The stain of incarceration does not make it easy to be looked upon as a candidate for love. Most women who learned of my incarceration assumed that I wanted them to take care of me; this was furthest from the truth. I was looking for someone to spend the rest of my natural life with, and as a Muslim, I wanted a wife that could help me complete half of my religion. It took 11 years of supplicating to Allah to provide me with my rib, and my prayers were answered. A beautiful and gentle soul that I knew, appeared after 13 years, and we’ve been stuck like glue ever since. Sure there are ups and downs because we’re human, but our love grows stronger daily. It took both of us to go through failed relationships to appreciate when true love is given. I thought I could slide over to the “darkside,” when I realized that it wasn’t me and I couldn’t allow a few bad apples to spoil the bunch. And look what Allah did – he gave me my equal!

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.

Ronald, 48

Ronald, 48

Meet Ronald…

No matter how others may look down upon me because of my mistakes that put me in prison, they can never take this memory away from me. Trophies and medals become old and tarnished but love never loses its shine!

Ronald, 48
Incarcerated: 3 years

Taking care of my daughter Faith, who was born two months early, is my greatest accomplishment. She weighed less than three pounds and had meth in her system causing her even more complications. She was hooked up to hoses and wires, too many to count. I’ve always considered myself a pretty tough guy, but I cried like a baby at the sight of my daughter. She was so tiny and frail looking. Every breath was a struggle. With every visit I was expected to take on more duties. Feeding, bathing, diaper changes, and most important, I had to learn about machines that monitored her breathing and heart rate. It wasn’t any of those things that were a challenge. Not even learning CPR. It was stimulating her to eat no less than three ounces of formula every three hours. About two weeks into learning all these things, a light went off in my head. Faith would get extremely pissed when I changed her diaper. She fussed like mad when I used cold wipes to clean her up. So, I’d change her first thing instead of after her feeding and she’d eat like a little piggy. I can’t remember how many of the different nurses stood by to watch me begin what felt like the absolute scariest journey I would ever take. They each gave me a hug as I walked out the door. They actually clapped for me like I had won a medal or trophy in some sporting event. Things weren’t any less stressful, but she was eating what was required and going one and two on the regular. At home, the scariest part of it all is that no one would come to help me due to the fear that Faith might not make it. Looking back at this trying time in my life gives me such appreciation for the help I got along the way. I can’t give you the percentage of  the good and bad I’ve done in this lifetime, but without a doubt, if I’m ever having a bad day, I remind myself of this moment I am so graciously proud of and thankful to have had the strength to overcome the greatest feat of my life. No matter how others may look down upon me because of my mistakes that put me in prison they can never take this memory away from me. Trophies and medals become old and tarnished but love never loses its shine!

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