This painting was done from a photo sent to another prisoner here by his family. When I first saw it, I found myself with so many different emotions and thoughts. Sadness, then hope, then wonder as to when they are finally going to put up the new building and what it will look like on the other side of the river. This painting has a lot of meaning to me as well, for I am imprisoned on the Hudson River and witnessed the events of 9/11 firsthand, seeing the smoke from the dayroom window. And given how the Department of Corrections handles emergencies, it was certainly a very scary day for all of us here. I recall our housing officer crying, and just a few minutes before she had been threatening us. Our TV’s were shut down due to the loss of signal from the towers. Since that day, whenever a plane flies overhead from the Liberty Airport in Newark, I have chills throughout my body because the airplanes can be felt as the walls shake in my cell. I needed to do this painting as a form of rebirth, the beginning of a cycle. That’s why it is called “The Beacon of Hope”, (as well as that being another name for New York). This painting was hard and was my third attempt. The first two ended up in the garbage. I was lucky this time!