Anastasiia Vytvytska

On February 24, I woke up from the explosions. I ran and picked everyone up. I didn't panic, I was just afraid for my family's life, and I still think it's not true. It's just a dream. But really, I'm terrified. Like all of us, we only rested for a few hours a day, we sat in cold bomb shelters, we were shaking with nerves, and my daughter, even though we are now in a safe place, is still crying. All of us, a week and a half after the start of hostilities, we went 4 days to be abroad with my mother, but my father, husband and brother stayed very far away, every night I see war in the spring, I hear explosions, life has stopped. I really want to go home.
For now, drawing is what lifts me to my feet.
I am glad that we have such a wonderful art union ♥ ️