Mireille Perron
Mireille Perron was a teacher of mine at an art school and as
an adult student she was younger than me by a few years. I fell in love with
her french Montreal voice, it was pure affection to my love starved ears.
After I graduated I would see her at parties and we would talk, eventually she
said she couldn’t anymore as she didn’t want to lose her husband, Bill Rogers.
A husband who controlled who she spoke to.
Her husband was meeting my lover Thayre Angliss, according to Tharye, once a
week for a blow job and had been for years. I don’t think I ever informed on
them. I just felt depressed, a usual reaction to an unusual situation. I got a
new lover, of course.
I don’t know what happened to Mireille.
The Art School community of the time was scapegoating me with smears after I
went on national radio and talked about the drug and alcohol abuse of the
teachers there and how it was abandoning and abusive of the students.
We lost touch…
These are the three morons, Wayne Giles, Don Kottman and Bill Rodgers who 'taught' at my art school.
Giles had pretentions to being intellectual, the kind who can word salad but in reality he hung out with other boring fishermen at the local restaurant every weekend, I mean that was his speed. No I mean no empathy for the students, they were there to pay his mortgage. I saw one painting he produced in 6 years, also boring and mundane.
Kottman was rich American drunk that yelled at the kids, his work was throwing shit against the paper on the wall, called himself a modern artist.
The only interaction I had with Rodgers was watching him abuse a student in the halls, one of my colleagues who didn’t have the skills to stand up to a bully who quit school shortly afterwards. His work was blah, stole his inspiration from his wife Murielle. He was so insecure he controlled who she talked to at parties. Why she tolerates the moron to this day I don’t know. Probably the baby she never had.
I avoided these guys like the plague they were part of the
reason the school graduates went to therapists for treatment of abuse upon
graduation.
The school had a 2% success rate of producing artists having a successful
career. That 2% were rich kids whose family supported them.
So when I spoke out after graduation about all this and other experiences of being subjected to abuse by the alcoholics in the community, I was of course shunned.
My personal art community is worldwide on the internet. They funded me 12 grand when I had a stroke and became homeless. The creatures from art school never said a word, they hate everyone especially themselves.
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