Life can be pretty dismal here. Painting transports me to a realm of indeterminate possibilities. Perhaps one can live a meaningful life, even in awful circumstances. I have taught art to prisoners for thirteen years. There are some dreadful people here, but most are just normal working class guys who wandered into difficult situations.
I tried to establish a creative refuge in an abusive environment. Small acts add up over time. Some of th emen learn to deal with thier stress through creativity as opposed to blind anger. Some don't. I was introduced the other day as "our artist trying to change the world one painting at a time" Ain't that a hoot?. Well, I just had to smile.