24.02.2022

My name day. War.

12.04.2022

The time is such that there is nothing to write philosophically.
There is a war going on.
We are also participating in it, we are also affected and affected by it.
Now it is impossible to attend to one’s business.
Now the world around us is changing.
We meet war refugees every day, here – next to us.
They say what they felt and feel.
FEAR that a bomb will fall and kill loved ones, destroy the achievements of life.
DISTRESS at parting with family members, whom one may be seeing for the last time.
HELPLESSNESS when there is nothing to give a child to eat and nothing to keep warm with.
ANGER, that someone is destroying someone else’s life in the name of a dictator’s sick delusions.
DETERMINATION, telling one to overcome all obstacles and to make a superhuman effort.
FAITH that those fighting on the right side will always win.
This is felt by people who lived and live several hundred kilometers away from us. Millions of them are already in our midst.
As a human being, I can prepare packages for refugees, I can take them under my roof, I can buy food, medicine, clothes.
As an artist, I have to put aside the allusions, hesitations, understatements that have so far been evident in my works.
I have to shout with my work that people are dying not far from us – men, women, children. That it is necessary to sacrifice our comfortable lives and stand on the right side.

GLORY TO UKRAINE!