My name is felon

He wore the moniker felon as he sauntered up the steps to his halfway house on the outskirts of his former neighborhood. He now had no right to decent employment. No protection from usurious fines.  No citizen identity.  He was an outlaw. Having been subjugated by the criminal justice industrial complex, he now was going to be segregated by his neighbors.

An artist who spent twenty-five years working as a criminal lawyer, I am concerned with issues of criminal justice, primarily focused on when convicts experience their freedom after incarceration.  In my current series P2P, Prisoners to Paper dolls, I paint oil portraits of ex-prisoners as if they were paper dolls.  Archival documents, familial photographs, and oral histories provide context. 

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Artwork by Glynn B. Cartledge