Call me Camel, pls

“So now you know the answer to my riddle? Face smudged with ashes, but it’s not chimney sweep. Hat with feather and crossbow, but it’s not hunstman. Dress embroidered in silver, but she’s not a Princess. Who is it?”

A Group Which Almost Became Historic 

It's been over a decade since I first read Les Mis, and first drew this, (which still floats around in reblogs, the original post now being deleted with my old blog) and I thought I ought to finish this for Barricade Day. At the time, that illustration was the most ambitious I had ever drawn.

In the last ten years, Les Mis has perhaps felt more pertinent than ever. In Australia, where I live, bigoted, far-right political parties that were previously considered fringe are leading polls on the back of racist, anti-immigration rhetoric. I donate regularly to a charity that supports refugees that is local to me, the Asylum Seeker Resource Center, and am going to do so again today. I encourage you to do the same, either to the ASRC, or to an equivalent charity in your area.

The Westbury Horse, 1939 by Eric Ravilious