it is currently 8.11pm and we have been waiting for the cops to show up since around 2pm.
a woman had pulled into the driveway of the place i'm currently, temporarily living at, and asked to use the phone because she was lost . apparently she was parked on part of the neighbors property , which made the little cheeze curd steaming-melted -cheeze-mad.
anyhow, cheeze curd proceeds to spit at her and shout racial slurs at her and hits her in the face with his forearm,she cusses and spits back like any red blooded person would, all the while her two young children are sitting in the back of her car.
i stood there slack-jawed like an imbecil , its a little more than unsettling that prejudice of this sort is still alive and well.
"he traumatized my kids for life" she told us .
i doubt the police will ever show up even though the station is two blocks away, fuck the montreal police dpt.
anyhow , this has nothing at all to do with the painting.
16''x16'' oil on canvas