bemusing musings of a bewildered brush-wielder



Ralph was sentenced to twenty five years to life.  As I painted him, finishing his portrait, I knew that it was possibly the last time I’d ever talk with him.  The day after I painted this, he was moved from Riverhead Jail, to a prison upstate New York, somewhere.  As we worked on this portrait together, Speedy sat to the side.  Words were intruders; we spent four hours in silence, painting.


One response

  1. Anonymous

    Ralph talked to you. Ralph gave you his life in his silence. He trusted you. He let you see his soul. I feel bad for him. In the new jail no one will read him. He will share his ‘could-have-beens’ with no one. Congratulations on helping Ralph while you could. K

    December 11, 2011 at 5:02 am

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