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Tales from the Hood (VHS) Painting

Philip Leister

Painting, Acrylic on Canvas

Size: 48 W x 72 H x 1.5 D in

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Bulldog: Hey, wait a minute. You got your gat, man Stack: Yeah, I got my shit. Bulldog: Well if a dead mothafucka come fuckin' wit you, you kill his ass. Ya understand me? Stack: Yo hold up, Bulldog. How'm I supposed to kill somthin' that's already dead, man? Bulldog: WHAT? Stack: Yeah, how'm I supposed to kill somthin' that's already dead? That's like killin' some shit twice, man. Ball: Yeah, like some refried beans 'n some shit. Man, I never understood that, man. Why the FUCK you gonna refry some beans, man? Why not just fry that shit right the first time, and get out? 
 Ball: What you sayin'? We dead, motherfucker? Mr. Simms: VERY! Bulldog: Motherfucker bullshit! If we dead then what we doin' in a funeral home with your crazy ass? Mr. Simms: This ain't no funeral home! It ain't the Terror Dome, neither! Welcome to Hell, motherfuckers! Mr. Simms: After you killed Crazy K, a few of his boys killed you! I guess you didn't make it! [Martin Moorehouse has just transformed Newton into a mural] Martin Moorehouse: Welcome - to MY world! Mr. Simms: Death... it comes in many strange packages.
 
 Shot Little Girl: I didn't do anything! I was just playing in my room, and a bullet from your gun came through the wall. Crazy K: [visibly shaken] A bullet don't got a name on it! You was just in the wrong place at the wrong time! 
 Ball: Man, that place DOES look evil as Hell!
 
 Dr. Cushing: What's the matter, Jerome? You don't like seeing black people get killed? But isn't that what you've been doing all your life? You know, Jerome, Cain was the world's first murderer. He slayed his brother. And how many brothers HAVE YOU SLAIN?
 
 Newton: You listen to me! And you listen good. Those assholes are cops. Who the fuck are you to judge 'em? Shit, man, you got a green dick. Those two guys have been risking their asses on the street for years. The fucker went for Strom's gun. Clarence: Bullshit. Newton: Now, maybe those two guys went too far tonight. Maybe it was all a mistake. But next time it could be you. So, you know, you don't ever roll over... and you never rat out a fellow officer. And you never... never break the code. 
 Mr. Simms: It's here, in the coffins! WHERE ELSE would I hide it?
 
 Newton: What are we going to say? The body of a citizen we murdered has come back to kill us?
 
 Dr. Cushing: But you are responsible for the lives you've taken... for the dreams you've turned into nightmares.
 
 Eli: You need to be scared, Mr. Metger. Them dolls didn't want him there. They don't want you there. Now you'd best get out before you wind up just like him. Or worse.
 
 Mr. Simms: Don't worry. You'll get the shit. You'll be knee-deep in the shit. I've got it hid. There's so much... I couldn't even lift it all myself.
 
 Carl: This shit ain't over yet, bitch! Sissy: Oh, but I think it is. 
 from ’Tales from the Hood' (1995) Starring Reginald McCort (“Black Irish!”), Joe Torry (Poetic Justice), Wings Hauser (Al’s Insider), De’aundre Bonds (Dope), Paula Jai Parker (Friday), Roger Guenveur Smith (Do the Right Thing), Tom Wright (Marked for Death), Samuel Monroe Jr. (Don’t Be a Menace to South Central While Drinking Your Juice in the Hood), Roger Dorn (Val’s Kiss Kiss Bang Bang), and Samson Simpson ("Ahhh, YES! Cuban Bee!"). Written by Rusty Cundieff (American Nightmares) and Darin Scott (Sprung). Directed by Rusty Cundieff (Chappelle’s Show). 
 
 Tales from the Hood is a 1995 American comedy horror anthology film directed by Rusty Cundieff and executive-produced by Spike Lee. The film presents four short urban-themed horror stories based on problem concepts that affect the African-American community in the order of police corruption, domestic abuse, racism, and gang violence, all presented within a frame story of three drug dealers buying some "found" drugs from an eccentric and story-prone funeral director.
 
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Painting:Acrylic on Canvas

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Size:48 W x 72 H x 1.5 D in

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I’m (I am?) a self-taught artist, originally from the north suburbs of Chicago (also known as John Hughes' America). Born in 1984, I started painting in 2017 and began to take it somewhat seriously in 2019. I currently reside in rural Montana and live a secluded life with my three dogs - Pebbles (a.k.a. Jaws, Brandy, Fang), Bam Bam (a.k.a. Scrat, Dinki-Di, Trash Panda, Dug), and Mystique (a.k.a. Lady), and five cats - Burglekutt (a.k.a. Ghostmouse Makah), Vohnkar! (a.k.a. Storm Shadow, Grogu), Falkor (a.k.a. Moro, The Mummy's Kryptonite, Wendigo, BFC), Nibbler (a.k.a. Cobblepot), and Meegosh (a.k.a. Lenny). Part of the preface to the 'Complete Works of Emily Dickinson helps sum me up as a person and an artist: "The verses of Emily Dickinson belong emphatically to what Emerson long since called ‘the Poetry of the Portfolio,’ something produced absolutely without the thought of publication, and solely by way of expression of the writer's own mind. Such verse must inevitably forfeit whatever advantage lies in the discipline of public criticism and the enforced conformity to accepted ways. On the other hand, it may often gain something through the habit of freedom and unconventional utterance of daring thoughts. In the case of the present author, there was no choice in the matter; she must write thus, or not at all. A recluse by temperament and habit, literally spending years without settling her foot beyond the doorstep, and many more years during which her walks were strictly limited to her father's grounds, she habitually concealed her mind, like her person, from all but a few friends; and it was with great difficulty that she was persuaded to print during her lifetime, three or four poems. Yet she wrote verses in great abundance; and though brought curiosity indifferent to all conventional rules, had yet a rigorous literary standard of her own, and often altered a word many times to suit an ear which had its own tenacious fastidiousness." -Thomas Wentworth Higginson "Not bad... you say this is your first lesson?" "Yes, but my father was an *art collector*, so…"

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