Here is my first drawing, what do you think? A scene from the temporary offices where the latest issue is being made. You know the one, the one with a muslim god on it crying, holding up a 'je suis Charlie' poster.
I am an angry woman. I walk the streets angrily talking to myself, the audacity, the cheek, to kill people for drawing. I know I can't be let loose in civilised company otherwise I may explode. I went to Boots just now to buy toiletries and the girl serving me was wearing a veil, hoping for a moderate muslim viewpoint, I asked her, "What do you think of what's happened?" She looked confused, I tried again, "France? The dead cartoonists, what do you think?" Nothing, she said nothing, and just looked at me blankly. Oh well, perhaps they don't read the papers in her house. I have already embarrassed myself twice in public this week and I am dreading the remaining month, my thoughts tumble out of my mouth with little censorship. Three madmen killed artists for offending them, then they hid in a printing press, of all places. Well, I as an artist am also offended, very offended by their extremist religionist views and offended by how they expressed them.
And here is the view but frankly, who gives a damn, the world has lost it's lustre.
“The canary bird in the coal mine theory of the arts: artists should be treasured as alarm systems.”
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