Paul, 64

Paul, 64

Meet Paul…

Life is a play. We play many parts, when the curtain is drawn, what will it all mean? Peace is a process, not an acquisition.

Incarcerated: 20 years
I am a prisoner, a pauper, a poet, a painter and an author. I am a father and a son. My life is more than half over. It feels like I was born here in this cage, and when I die it will be my mausoleum. Life is a play. We play many parts, when the curtain is drawn, what will it all mean? Peace is a process, not an acquisition. Hear me, I am the silent one, the one you cannot see, then I shall fade away. Think before you feel. Be careful, life is full of negative emotions.
Breathe!

Body And Soul
Is love a desire and lust a need?
Is lust a desire and love a need?
The body has needs
The heart has capacity

Control of one is possible,
But are both?
Or is all truly illusion?
Do we control anything at all?

Love we cannot demand
It must be given freely
Yet we can open out hearts to love
Though to love is not always wise

Lust demands a payment from the soul
Love rarely remains unbroken
When all is done
When life and love and lust are through
Only death remains

Life and Death are opposites
Are Love and Lust?
Death knows no weakness
Only Purpose

Love Sorrow
Imprisoned corpses shake the ground
In a box of iron ore, limestone, silica sand
A container and magnet for negativity

Love rarely remains unbroken
Flying wingless detritus
Sorrow is a ghost of pain and grief
Immortality of spirit

Pale horse frowned
That a heart cannot be stolen
It must be freely given

Entertainment grabs your mind
Love hangs on a cross only as a symbol
Of our unwillingness to reply in kind
Though to love is not always wise

Jim “Fuzzy”, 65

Jim “Fuzzy”, 65

Meet Jim “Fuzzy”…

We know anything coming from a prisoner is unheard of, society only ever hears of negatives, never positive, but some behind bars are capable of empathy, remorse and lifting up others from despair.

Incarcerated: 45 years

Housed: Marion Correctional Institution, Ohio

Over the past several decades I have painted and gifted 11,000 landscapes to needy causes, individuals, and created educational projects. In recent months our team orchestrated an event at a private school in Baja, Mexico. Seventy four paintings were gifted to the senior students, who performed remarkable deeds. 

Giving back to strangers is a wonderful message to share. We know anything coming from a prisoner is unheard of, society only ever hears of negatives, never positive, but some behind bars are capable of empathy, remorse and lifting up others from despair.

Arnoldo, 42

Arnoldo, 42

Meet Arnoldo…

My heart is overwhelmed. I ache knowing I cannot fulfill these desires, but I’m grateful. I’m grateful to God who reminds me how I may still touch this individual with a special prayer on my birthday.

Incarcerated: 16 years

Housed: Correctional Training Facility, Soledad, CA

From time to time while lying in my prison bunk in California, I ponder about another who shares my date of birth or the date closest to it, someone who may be lying in his bunk in a Prison House in Congo, Africa. I’m physically, spiritually and emotionally healthy. But what about him? Aside from his emotional well being, what about the desires of his heart? Does he hear from his family like I do? What did he aspire to be when he was a young lad? What were his life history wounds? When was the last time he had a cold Pepsi with ice? I wish I could be present with him in his yard of scarcity in his prison in the Congo, so he could tell me the deep things of his heart or share with me his inner sorrow. I would  be hesitant to tell him that I could eat a HoneyBun whenever I want or file a grievance if my broccoli is served cold here in this American prison, 9000 miles away from him. Perhaps he would join me in singing a worship song on my guitar and after we could kneel before God Almighty in prayer asking Him for redemption, healing and hope. My heart is overwhelmed. I ache knowing I cannot fulfill these desires, but I’m grateful. I’m grateful to God who reminds me how I may still touch this individual with a special prayer on my birthday, March 12th.

Shawn, 53

Shawn, 53

Meet Shawn…

If I’m in this world and making a difference in a positive way, then I am honoring my gift.

Incarcerated: 34 years

Housed: Marion Correctional Institution, Ohio

My art story started as a kid, I always loved to draw. I would always find myself drawing, doodling, sketching, whatever. I had two friends back then who were incredibly good, and I would always wish to have their gift of drawing. I would bug my mom about painting on my bedroom walls. I would try sending my sketches in to see if I could win a contest for drawing from the back of magazines. As I grew older I drew less and developed other interests. Eventually I stopped drawing altogether until I made an attempt at college. I took an art class that barely lasted a semester.

It wasn’t until I was incarcerated for 15 years that I started drawing again. One of my Mexican friends who was on death row with me was extremely talented with drawing, painting, and inking. One day he was throwing out an old watercolor set, and I grabbed it. He gave me a couple of brushes and some paper. My very first painting was of Jamie Fox sitting in some old school car with a hat on, leaning out the window. Surprisingly enough, it turned out pretty good. That painting caused me to keep going. Shortly thereafter my friend, Loza, from California gave me some old oil paints. Once I got a taste of that medium I fell in love. I have tried every medium since then, but oil is the one I fell in love with. I still paint acrylic and watercolor occasionally, but I could never part ways with the oil medium.

I’ve been painting for quite awhile now, and have learned something new about it over the years. In the beginning it was mostly just about fun, but the more I discovered about painting, about art, about myself, the more it became something meaningful, purposeful, spiritual, even. I started developing a gift I never even knew I had. I have become so passionate about my art and being an artist of sorts. Now knowing the power of art, my approach to it is very intentional and purposeful. Sometimes it literally takes on a spiritual aspect, particularly and especially when I do memorial portraits for people who have lost a loved one. At first the spiritual nature of it was a bit strange for me,  I had never experienced it before then, but the more I connected with the respective pieces, the more attuned I became to that side of it. I could be at some stage of the painting (and it’s different for each painting) and there would be times when it literally feels as if the piece (the face of the person) is having life breathed into it; it feels alive to me. It’s not something I speak on all the time, because most wouldn’t understand the process, but in instances such as this, I can speak on the matter freely. For me, there’s a great deal of reward that comes with painting and being an artist. Being commissioned for your work is awesome, and I can remember those initial days when I realized I could make good enough art for people to want to buy. Of course, that was an incentive in itself. And the better I got as an artist, the more I could charge, and the more commissions would come my way. Beyond the money, though, I came to realize through artistic maturity that there is an even greater reward to be had. And that’s the one you receive from those you positively impact. The complimentary words, the facial expressions, and stories people share of how the work has affected them. For me, that’s a beautiful experience each time it happens. I just received a Jpay from a stranger expressing how amazing they think my work is after seeing it on Tik Tok. And from there, wanting to commission a portrait of their dog. This is the stuff I love, and what moves me as an artist. If I’m in this world and making a difference in a positive way, then I am honoring my gift. This makes me happy. I hope to continue doing my part making people smile and feeling good through my art. This to me is the power of art.

As for the art itself, I enjoy painting portraits and people’s pets the most, because of what they mean to them. It’s the most challenging, of course, having to capture likeness and essence. I love it, though. My goal is to start doing more loose & abstract work where I feel I have more freedom to create. Doing all art is fun and offers its rewards, but I look forward to continue developing my style and making corrections through my art with people around the world. Art for me has been a bridge to many opportunities along the way, and I look forward to the continuation of this bridge building experience.

Daniel, 59

Daniel, 59

Meet Daniel…

To this day I don’t ignore warning bells in the back of my head. If I suspect wrong-doing, I say something. Please don’t be afraid to say something if you see or suspect something wrong. Please.

Incarcerated: 22 years

My girlfriend stayed in the car while I went into the 7-11. I needed some smokes. As I came out, I was confronted by a very large man, over six feet and over 320 pounds. He asked me for directions to Fiesta Village Amusement Park. He was very polite and well-spoken, “Sure, go that way for about half a mile, it’ll be on your right.” “Thanks,” he said, “I’m just looking to entertain the kid for a while…” I glanced at his Oregon-plated Mustang II, parked next to my Camaro; in the passenger seat was the most delightful looking princess ever; big dark eyes with long super-curly hair… maybe eight or nine years old at the most. I’ll never forget that he used the word ‘the kid.’ I ignored the bells going off in the back of my head. He went into the 7-11 and I got back in my car. “Honey,” my girlfriend said, “look at that little girl.” I glanced over and locked eyes with Princess. She held my gaze way longer than a normal child would. “She looks nothing like her daddy.” I glanced back at Princess… in her $10000 dress. Princess continued holding my gaze. Another bell in the back of my head went ignored. I started my Chevy and said, “Not our business.” I saw that little Princess about a year later, below the words, “Have you seen me?” were those dark eyes and curly locks. She was on a carton of milk, where they put pictures of kids that are kidnapped. The milk carton described the man – 6’2”, 340 pounds, driving a smaller car with out-of-state plates. It was them. IT WAS PRINCESS. Not reporting him was the worst thing I ever did. To this day, I don’t know if she ever got back to her family. To this day, Princess’s dark, pleading eyes haunt me. To this day, I don’t ignore warning bells in the back of my head. To this day, if I suspect wrong-doing, I say something. Please don’t be afraid to say something if you see or suspect something wrong. Please.

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