I didn’t take a picture of the room in a room. I thought I had.
In the middle of the main gallery at the Eno Mill Gallery for the incarcerated artists exhibition, a room was built. It was the size of the rooms that are used for solitary confinement. You could go in and close the door behind you.
I saw a lot of people give it a shot on opening night. No one stayed very long. I wasn’t sure if they were uncomfortable with the closed space or the fact that other people might be waiting for a turn.

I went in on Saturday when Chuck and I made return visit to see the show without other people around.
The space is small. The only way to stretch out is on the bed. There might be the space of a yoga mat on the floor.
And the light came on randomly. I coudn’t decide if it was triggered by my movement and sounds or if it just came on at random intervals. If it was triggered, it was a hair trigger. You could not roll over in your sleep without setting it off. If it was random, it is even worse. But, either way, that light would be a torture device.
Those who have a sipiritual practice that includes silence and stillness probably had an easier time than those who don’t. But, we all knew we could leave when we chose to.



