Just a heads-up that tomorrow I'll be participating in Hourly Comic Day, against all my better judgement,. Keep an eye on this blog, or on Twitter with the remarkably straightforward #hourlycomicday tag. I'll be posting a comic an hour all day. Feel free to mock me at your leisure during this process.
I was chatting about my work with a friend the other day, and we fairly quickly got on the topic of Charlie Hebdo, and satire, and censorship. I brought up an instance last November when the student newspaper I've been drawing for sent back a cartoon I'd given them and asked if they could cut out the last panel, which they thought was too salacious. I told them very politely to stuff it, and run the strip uncut. Nothing is too salacious for a university newspaper.
At least it shouldn't be.
Looking back at that, I can't help but feel a glow of pride. It was the first time anyone's ever tried to censor my work; as far as I'm concerned, that means I did something right. I pushed the envelope just a little bit, I made someone uncomfortable. It's no Muhammad. It's certainly not going to provoke murderous rage in the editors of Page 3*. But it was my little stand for satire, and I promise it won't be the last.
* Though if it does, so much the better
And lastly, I've created a new profile on About.me. In case you cared.
I had short flight home from my holiday away today, and spent a good part of that flight reading the scintillating latest issue of subTerrain Magazine, a literary mag published in Vancouver and a personal favourite of mine. I'm a little late in getting around to this one; it was delayed in making the trip to Europe, but it got here, and it's great. This particular issue was "pulp fiction" themed, and after reading for a bit I had to put it down, dig the only scrap of paper on me at the time (an old receipt) out of my wallet, and draw a little Noir of my own.
The past two days have seen an abundance of cartoon material flood the internet as cartoonists the world over put pen to paper in solidarity with those you died on Wednesday. I've witnessed an interesting cross-section of the response due to the nature the friends and networks I'm plugged into online: one part comics, one part religion. This, then, is my contribution, my drop in a swelling (and angry) ocean of ink. It's the thing that has been glaringly contradictory to me as an artist and a Christian, the dual meaning of the word "represent" in a scenario fraught with tensions both religious and visual. It's not much, but it's a thought.