There's a sad looking artist. Sad because he has no customers. He will be sad no more!
"I'm a butcher. I want to hang this picture in my butcher shop. Can you draw me with a huge butcher knife? (pause) And red, raw meat? I'm a butcher!"
Kevin (the artist) is happy to draw me with a knife. He's happy just to have customers.
"I'm a butcher!" I emphasize again.
Passing tourists begin to linger. Some seem amused, others confused. Why is there a butcher knife in my hand? Two Japanese tourists look
shocked. They say something in Japanese and laugh.
"They say you are crazy."
Has Kevin exposed my inner insanity?
INTERPRETATION:
Kevin has illustrated the classic duality of man (violent vs. non-violent). Is Kevin trying to say "Meat is Murder?" And if so, can the world's true butchers be found straddling cable cars on Lombard Street?
