CAD DREAMS / ARCHITECTURE OF DISAPPEARANCE

Drawings based on letters with Stacey and Ruby, imprisoned in California.

A-9100 My Breath to Catch / perspective views

1. Air vents / Stacey's cell

There are 6 vents on our ceiling. Only 1 blows circulated air into the room, the rest pull out. - Stacey Dyer, CCWF prison, California, 10/2025

2. Shapes after Ruby / My breath to catch

Now I want to comment on your other depictions. "My breath to catch" appears to me in the shape of a funnel with a cup attached. I liken it to how the body pulls in the air for our lungs to fill, to breathe. - Ruby Padgett, CIW prison, 02/20/2026

The things you wrote about your father being a carpenter blew my mind. When I saw that in your letter I thought “what magic is this”???? Somewhere, then, your father and I share an impulse to build things, make things, put things together. We share an interest in material and detail. And we understand the language of the blueprint (“From early on I saw him lay out the blueprints on the kitchen table”). It’s quite a special language which comes from a different place than words. It’s also the language of the man he was before the bottle.…

…Can I dare to make work which is truthful to me, regardless of whether it meets anyone else’s expectations or approval? I think to honour and learn from your courage, it means abandoning my conscious mind and working from the subconscious. People might say “what do CAD dream drawings really have to do with incarceration? Why????”. But you and your father invite me to not think too much about what others think.

I only know this: each drawing I make will be a prayer; a prayer that you be free to live with Lynda beyond the fences. I feel your yearning. Your misery is a shame on us all. No hope without action. 

(SK letter to Ruby Padgett W26787, who is serving LWOP sentence at CIW prison California. Ruby has been incarcerated for 40 years.)

Letter from Ruby to Sofia, 03/20/26

A-9101 Spiral Stairs (Ruby & Lynda)

Dear Ruby

You were curious as to why the CAD dreams have returned to my nights. I am still trying to find the answer to that within myself. It was an immensely gentle and caring question. Do you know you are the only person who ever asked this? The dreams continue. I dreamt of spiral stairs, two coiling around each other: perhaps you and your girl Lynda? Each step a day in your time. Last week one of your sisters inside took her own life. I cannot forget it. I wonder how you are.

This drawing is a prayer that you and Lynda live together beyond the fences. I can see how your love for her, and her love for you, saves you. To go with the drawing is a poem by the revolutionary Pakistani poet Faiz Ahmad Faiz.

Blessings, dear Ruby. My prayers for you, Lynda and the sister you lost continue.

Sofia (London, May 13th, 2026).