!!better!! - Prison The Red Artist

In the end, the prison system does not know what to do with the Red Artist. They cannot encourage the work, for fear it will trigger others. But they cannot destroy it entirely, for that would be to admit the art holds too much truth. And so the red paintings sit in storage rooms, in the back of therapy offices, or hidden under bunks, waiting for a parole board—or history—to decide whether they are evidence of a sickness or proof of a cure.

By J. L. Rivers

Inside the high walls of a maximum-security prison, where the dominant palette is gray concrete, steel bars, and the pale blue of standard-issue scrubs, a different color is bleeding through the cracks. It is the color of rage, of warning signs, of the heart’s own violent pump: red. prison the red artist