This was drawn on the night of the 26th. A concrete yet abstract image of my native village in Ukraine.
Drawing is a way to settle my thoughts. I'm bad at choosing words, I don't know how to calm myself or others, but drawing partially solves these problems.
A couple of days before this whole nightmare began, my sister and I had a very long telephone conversation. It was unsettling, but our conversation ended with the fact that we will hope that nothing happens. That it is impossible in the modern world to solve problems in this way. Now I'm even scared to ask how she is, because I... I have nothing to say.
Now I'm afraid to wake up and see the familiar village on the news bulletin.
I have never read the news as much as I do now. The days have merged into one continuous lump of events and I no longer remember what happened yesterday. I don't want to burden anyone with my problems, I don't want to complain. But now it’s very difficult for me and it seems that everything will only be more difficult in the future
Perhaps an art gallery is not the best place to talk about it. But I will allow myself to do it once. My anxieties and thoughts are part of my personal works, which also slip through here at times, albeit without words.
Drawing is a way to settle my thoughts. I'm bad at choosing words, I don't know how to calm myself or others, but drawing partially solves these problems.
A couple of days before this whole nightmare began, my sister and I had a very long telephone conversation. It was unsettling, but our conversation ended with the fact that we will hope that nothing happens. That it is impossible in the modern world to solve problems in this way. Now I'm even scared to ask how she is, because I... I have nothing to say.
Now I'm afraid to wake up and see the familiar village on the news bulletin.
I have never read the news as much as I do now. The days have merged into one continuous lump of events and I no longer remember what happened yesterday. I don't want to burden anyone with my problems, I don't want to complain. But now it’s very difficult for me and it seems that everything will only be more difficult in the future
Perhaps an art gallery is not the best place to talk about it. But I will allow myself to do it once. My anxieties and thoughts are part of my personal works, which also slip through here at times, albeit without words.
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