But the placards and the signs that I really, truly loved, were the handmade ones. These people were (most likely) not professional artists or graphic designers. They were people with a purpose, a passion and something to say. They made something precious and I hope they keep or frame them.
Hell, maybe there’s a Ph. D dissertation in this.
There were several effigies in attendance at the march, but this was the only one that I got a clear shot of. How long this poor woman had to stare at pictures of the Cheeto-in-Chief in order to capture the pout, I have no idea. She deserves a medal, or at least a lifetime supply of imodium.

Marchers at the Women’s March on Washington – Toronto LOCATION: Queen’s Park, January 21, 2017 Copyright, 2017, Public Art of Toronto. All rights reserved.
Sometimes all that something needs to become art is a decorative border.

Marchers at the Women’s March on Washington – Toronto LOCATION: University Avenue, January 21, 2017 Copyright, 2017, Public Art of Toronto. All rights reserved.
We will overcomb!!!

Marchers at the Women’s March on Washington – Toronto LOCATION: Nathan Phillips Square, January 21, 2017 Copyright, 2017, Public Art of Toronto. All rights reserved.
I have a soft spot for BatWoman. She was fierce, and totally captured the depth of character in the mangled apricot hellbeast’s eyes.

Marchers at the Women’s March on Washington – Toronto LOCATION: Nathan Phillips Square, January 21, 2017 Copyright, 2017, Public Art of Toronto. All rights reserved.
Direct and to the point.

Marchers at the Women’s March on Washington – Toronto LOCATION: University Avenue, January 21, 2017 Copyright, 2017, Public Art of Toronto. All rights reserved.
And the winners for the prettiest signs go to these ladies. Nice job.

Marchers at the Women’s March on Washington – Toronto LOCATION: Nathan Phillis Square, January 21, 2017 Copyright, 2017, Public Art of Toronto. All rights reserved.
As always, if you see your picture and would like credit for your work, drop me a line at publicartto@gmail.com
The title comes from Margaret Atwood’s novel, The Handmaid’s Tale: “Nolite te bastardes carborundorum. Don’t let the bastards grind you down.”