When the Gulf War started, I had the luxury of spending my days and nights painting and drawing. The day after the bombing began I went down to the U.S. consulate, in Montreal, to sketch the protesters chant things like "Peace, not war" (duh) until someone spray-painted a peace symbol on the building and the riot squad moved in. I went home, and banged out a series of drawings which I photocopied and papered the city with. I don't know if they made a difference, but atleast I felt like I had done something in a situation where most people I knew felt stripped of their voice and their ability to do anything.