My morning on February 24th: silent mode on the phone, a message from a friend, which I read only at seven, news, fuck… I have already managed to draw a picture and gathered a little on Instagram of other people’s experiences about this morning, only to, as they say, “reflex” this day, together with everyone. So far, my brain is still clinging to peaceful times, and does not want to believe in the new reality.
While I am doing what I did before the war – I draw, we can say that I joined the art army. I opened access to the originals of my illustrations, so there are already more than three dozen projects around the world, people sell T-shirts, cups, NFTs, hold exhibitions of works etcetera, we collect money from all this for the Armed Forces of Ukraine, for refugees and various similar initiatives for Ukraine to hold on and win.
Yes, I moved with my family to a safer place, but I do not think that now in Ukraine there are places where you can feel completely safe, unfortunately.
I seem to be good at capturing what is happening, so now I continue to do so. Both terrible and meme-like events. Some constant feeling that that is not enough, I need to draw even more, while there is still time, that I do not cover everything that happens. So now I try to stop myself and at least sometimes let myself rest.
It is difficult to answer how the war changed me, this is the stage in life when everything starts from scratch. I didn’t want this, none of the Ukrainians did, but this is a chance for all of us to build something new, within ourselves, for now it is under construction..