Text provided by the artist:

"On March 1st, with tickets in hand and heads filled with questions, accompanied by a sense of unease and uncertainty, we made our way to Kyiv Railway Station. The subway took us to the closest station near the Olympic Stadium, and we quickened our pace. Suddenly, the wail of an air raid siren momentarily brought us to a standstill, but soon we resumed our journey, moving nearly at full speed. Along the way, we encountered a military medical vehicle, a reminder of battles with Russian occupiers unfolding near Kyiv.

Who were we? Two artists and the family of Oleg Kharch and Olga Shuvalova. In the town of Radekhiv, nestled in the Luboml district of the Volyn region, just 16 kilometers from the Polish border and 40 kilometers from the Belarusian border, we sought refuge among our loved ones. Choosing to busy ourselves with kindling firewood for the house's warmth seemed a more comforting endeavor than incessantly checking our laptops for the stream of distressing news from Kyiv. Engaging in such physical activities provided a distraction from thoughts that tormented our souls. After a hard day's work, observing the sunset brought a soothing calm, accentuated by the presence of a protective fighter jet gracefully soaring in the sky, leaving behind a splendid white trail against the dark blue sky. Yet, I still grappled with a sense of disorientation. I requested some drawing materials, and our son-in-law Mykola found A3 paper, a ballpoint pen, and children's gouache, and I began to draw something on those sheets. And that's how it all began."