The winter in Montreal is long and even as some people complain that winters are not the same as they used to be, six months of the white shit, as locals call snow affectionately, is not short.
By the time the hangover of the New Year’s Eve is over and the Christmas trees become dried out wrecks next to garbage bins, the snow loses its charm and the eye becomes more and more hungry for colors.
I did this painting, to hang it in the living room and look at it every time I’m sick of the snow.
I want to thank my friend Florian, for helping me take these pictures!
