Monday, 22 August 2011


This is a drawing from one of the first anti-war marches in 2002 before the war with Iraq started. This girl was standing behind a fence at the end of the demonstration shouting over and over. She was having her own demonstration. Her voice was hoarse from hours of shouting and her lips a crackled grey white shade. Her eyes were darting around all the people in the march. It was as if she would die the moment she stopped shouting. I had been walking for hours in the anti-war march but suddenly it seemed so small compared to the private demonstration of this little girl with desperate eyes.

Death is Not Just a Word

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