My son was four months old when I was arrested in 1995. He just turned 30 a couple of months ago. My desire has always been to be reunited with him. The only way I can for now is through my bed when I go to sleep and am able to dream.
This canvas represents my hope. The brick fades as I step from prison to freedom. The sound of the waves grasp my focus, as they sooth my spirit, and keep me grounded. I look straight ahead at the horizon, the lighthouse, my beacon, my son.
This painting was commissioned for the exhibition The Only Door I Can Open: Women Exposing Prison through Art, Yerba Buena Center for the Arts, 2025.
