I have been living with my young son and husband in Portugal for a year now, but we are from Kyiv and our home, our base is always there. When my mother wrote that they were being bombed on the 24th at 4 am, I had a shock that I had never felt before. My father was a soldier, so he was called that night, and to calm myself down that night, I started painting.
I drew a girl burning with anger at night. That day the rocket hit a building on Lobanovsky Street, a house next door to the house where our little nephews and my husband's brother live. All the windows in their house were broken, I'm just afraid to imagine what could have happened if they hadn't left. Then a terrible rage awoke, which is still boiling. Then I found a way to volunteer in the field of design and joined the digital army. There is still enough work to feel useful even from the edge of Europe.