between the lines

i went to an art exhibition. Oh no not again.
it was held in a closed down prison. i made a lot of pictures.
but i am trained to read between the lines (poet) so i made a lot of pics next to the art.
there was of course a lot of dirty talking, rascism, hooliganism, drugs etc.
but sometimes there were religious cries as well.
it touched me to the bone, because i visited a lot of refugees in jail. But i only saw them in the visiting hall, never in their cells.
but suddenly being in their rooms with no natural light or air, with no contact, just four walls with dirty talk and broken furniture.
chilling...