Being in prison can make a person feel dirty but every weed I pulled from the garden felt like pulling out an old part of my criminal self. Weeding became a form of therapy for me.
Between the ages of 14 and 16, I thought I had it all figured out. I rebelled against adults, because in my young mind they didn’t know what they were talking about. How could they, when they couldn’t see the world through my eyes?
A prisoner knows that he can never take back his crime. He cannot undo his past. But this is where the term redeem comes into full play. By creating art that helps to heal other people, the prisoner is attempting to atone for his wrong. He is converting a mess into something of value. He is doing his best to make his life better by performing good art.