At first glance it seems like any other art workshop; canvases, in various stages of completion, compete for available wall space, sculptures crowd the workbenches, and wooden easels grip the dreams and visions of the artists that have come here to create. Several of the works proudly display the blue ribbons awarded to them, and the pungent smell of oil, acrylic, and finishers permeate the air.
Then you notice the tattoos, and the powder-blue scrubs with the letters CDCR emblazoned across the back. The concertina wire outside confirms what Dorothy had told Toto; you’re not in Kansas anymore.
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Then you notice the tattoos, and the powder-blue scrubs with the letters CDCR emblazoned across the back. The concertina wire outside confirms what Dorothy had told Toto; you’re not in Kansas anymore.
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