Troy Giles

Troy Giles

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Hello everyone! Thank you so much. I hope you are able to find an amazing piece that well in someway inspire you to grow and overcome your struggles.... Ok I’m fine if you just think it looks cool :) almost every piece of work you find on here today frustrated the crap out of me at some point or another it’s just part of my creative process I know this may sound crazy but I enjoy the frustration and the struggles because I feel it represents my journey. As soon explain my creative process is like a small version of my overall life. Struggles, setback, F bombs and meltdowns followed by relief, growth, and happiness. Behind the wall pastel paintings, is a literal reference to where my art is created. I am currently incarcerated by the Nebraska Department of corrections. Now before you go give up on me for being” just another thug” I ask you to read my story. I do not expect everyone to like me but I can assure you that my story is one of growth and success. I am far from a thug. My childhood wasn’t exactly the greatest. I’m sure it’s far from the Worst. From as far back as I can remember there was drinking and drugs in household. My parents attempted to hide it from us kids but like most children of attics, my sisters and I knew what happened behind closed doors, we just didn’t say anything. My parents split up when I was around 4years old, my sisters and I went with my mom and her boyfriend at the time. We saw Dad from time to time, but he was off doing his own thing when mom did her best to raise us. I love my mother and always well I feel she tried but being a single mother of 3 with a drug habit must have been hard, we struggled often. Needless to say parental guidance was lacking in our home, us kids were allowed to do pretty much come and go as we please. At age of 12 I was told I was my own man and I can do what I wanted. It sounded like a sweet idea to my young dumb self and I ran with it. At 12 I ran the streets like a madman, eventually falling in with a group of kids that called them selves gang members. Most of them are posers but as I come to find in my older age most “ gangsters” are. Anyway fast forward about six years and you’ll find a young dumb ass 18-year-old trying to raise his young daughter wow keep 1 foot in the streets. Has anyone from this kind of life knows that never ends well. Running the streets always causes drama, that drama will catch up to you. In my case was no different one night I was at a party drinking with some friends when I got a call that a long time rival of mine was messing with my family. I didn’t think twice about what to do I was going to “show” him who he was messing with. This was not the time or the place for all the details, but I went to his house and by the end of “showing” him one manly shot and bleeding on the ground, while I ran like a coward. What an amazing strength and the will to live, this man pull through and made a full recovery. A few days later I was arrested for my actions and at the young age of 19 I was sentenced to 30 to 50 years( A number that’s cut in half under the states good time law) this is where I found some interest in art. In county jail he began coloring pictures that I requested from the jail chaplain. I’d mostly send them to my two-year-old daughter and talk to her about them over the phone. Poorly color in the carton pictures that were copied out of a kids coloring book was about the extent of my artistic ability. My few attempts to draw some of the pictures were quickly crumpled up and thrown into the trash before anyone can see them and laugh. After a few years of being incarcerated, I came across an amazing artist by the name of Jason. It amazes me the way this man may drawling looks so simple, the way he could just take an image from his head or mine and bring it to life is something I have yet to master. I’m sure I played to his ego. Continue to learn and grow in my abilities. Looking forward to drawing for you.:)



Pastel paint