This painting for me is the most terrible and painful of all the others I have created.
On December 24, 2022, I woke up at 5 am to a phone call from my dad who told me two words that remain lost in the mirrors of my heart.
He said "get up, it's started"
It was the first day of the war.
I felt panic and horror, complete uncertainty of what will happen tomorrow.
And with the feeling that tomorrow may not come, I decided to paint this picture.
It is a mother and child.
They are going somewhere, they had to leave without a father.
In an open field, a mother covers her child with her body, from the misfortune that rushes at them with a seething sky.
Now there is faith and hope that Ukraine will endure, become stronger and closer to each other and to the entire civilized world.
But when I pick up this picture, every time nausea rises in my throat, and my father's words "get up, it's started" revolve in my ears.
