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The Holidays have come. They bring with them the familiar quilt of depression that lays itself atop the entire prison – patches of men, stitched together by an intense yearning for those we love. These times are usually accompanied by an eerie silence. It’s as if our collective voice is stuck in our collective throat, perhaps constricted by low hung heads, lost deep in thought.
Amidst that gloom, something to be proud of:
The inmates of Sheridan Federal Prison take up a collection every Christmas. We buy presents for the children without parents to buy for them, and for those children whose families are too poor to provide. We collected over thirty one hundred dollars this year. Not bad, especially for a bunch of low-lifes making 5 dollars a month. Not bad at all.
Also of uplifting relevance (depending on which side of the fence you sit)… I FOUND SANTA! He’s here serving a 2 year bid for violating child labor laws, with an additional year, non-consecutive, tacked at the end for breaking & entering.
Happy Holidays everyone,
A word from the Artist...
Aside from being my mental lifeline to the outside, this blog is an effort to help provide my beautiful son, Orion, with a little support while I am away. Any profit generated by the Ads on this blog get split between him and a charity that builds wheelchair accessible playgrounds for disabled children.
Aside from that, my spirit pretty much survives on sincere correspondence from the outside world. Letters sent by anyone are more valuable to me than clean socks. Write me, and I'll write you back.
Dante Orpilla #49007-112
FCI SHERIDAN, SATELLITE CAMP, P.O.BOX 6000
SHERIDAN, OR 97378
DO NOT SEND FUNDS TO THIS ADDRESS
On June 16th, 2010, I was sentenced to serve 28 months in a Federal Penitentiary, for possessing with intent to distribute a Class A narcotic. This blog is a visual representation of that experience. Please enjoy responsibly.
For the better part of my life I have operated under the beautiful assumption that mans greatest gift is his ability to create. And so I do. My name is Dante. I am an artist, a musician, a writer and, above all, a very proud father.
Please note that messages are sent in writing to Blackmarket Arts and due to his situation he will not be able to respond. If you would like to begin a correspondence, please write to him.