My intention is not to immortalize these convicts. Rather it is an homage to the many, many people that walked to their death unjustly. It is my greatest fear to be falsely accused of a crime.
My heart aches when someone is put to death.
Our govenor has put a moratorium on executions.
How far have we come? Not far enough. Last winter when I was on a trip to New Orleans I saw a group of orange-clad prisioners cleaning a highway. All of them were black men. Are black men the only ones who do crimes? I think not.
The first painting is one man's request. It seems like "home" food, mother food, love food.
This man requested shrimp and a salad. It was refused. Instead they gave him a cheeseburger, fries, and a Coke.
Many of the death-row convicts didn't even want a last meal. What sense would it make anyway? Their last names are printed on the back of this painting.