Crap-tasmWhy am I painting this miserable picture? Because it's election time...
by Gaëtan L. Charlebois
Now that the lovely haze of World Theatre Day has lifted, the last Tweet of CharPo's second TweeAtre event passed, the happy vids (including ours) watched, it's back to the real world.
It's not a pleasant place: the chaos in Libya, the horrors of Japan...survival, what? Though we are not fleeing a despot's bullets, nor waiting for a nuclear plant to irradiate us, Canadians we all know - especially artists - also fight for survival. It is not a day to day fight to live; rather it is a (sometimes) an endless grind to do not only what we want but also what is necessary to any democracy: the various expression of ideas in the form of art. Artists, simply, create the breath of a nation. Collectively, they define a people and—especially here in Canada—one by one, their voices are leaving the collective choir for jobs to feed the children, to pay the rent, to eat, even. This is no exaggeration.
