Since the COVID-19 pandemic, I have lived in fear of being moved around because the prison might need the bed or because I have to quarantine. This separates me from the people I have bonded with, yet I have the freedom to dream my way out of the borrowed bed.Â
In my artwork, prison is black, white, gray and dull. My dreams and soul see in color, bright and beautiful—even after twenty-eight years of incarceration.
This artwork was commissioned for the Empowerment Avenue exhibition The Only Door I Can Open: Women Exposing Prison Through Art and Poetry
