Description provided by artist:

"February, 24. The Beginning. On February 24, I woke up in my native Kherson a little earlier than usual. I was anxious, as I had been two days ago when I went with my wife to Zalizny Port (marine resort village) to take a walk on the coast of the Black Sea. For the past six months, I had often had dreams of tanks on the streets of the city. When information about a possible Russian attack began to seep into the news agenda, I started discussing it with my wife. We have agreed that no matter how circumstances develop, we will not run away. This is our home and we will protect it. When I heard the rumble of a jet engine and a distant explosion, subconsciously I already understood what was happening. In a while, my mother called me, something she would not usually do so early. When I looked at my phone, I already knew what she was going to tell me, but I was still scared. She informed me about a full-scale Russian invasion, she’d heard it on TV. I told my wife what was happening, but for a long time she could not take it on board. After a few hours, we calmed down and began to act. First of all, we made a list of everything we needed for two weeks (I didn't think it could last any longer). Our next step was to call our relatives and ask them to make similar lists. We spent the day driving between the shops and malls which in a couple of days would be empty, destroyed, and looted, maneuvering between people with suitcases and cars leaving the city."

Photography, digital art, mixed technique.