Paper, my own blood

28x38cm

In this work, my feelings and horror about the events happening in the world.

The empty windows, the abandoned city, the lonely cars. Only a little girl in a white dress sits on a bicycle. Her eyes are dead. The horror of the nuclear explosions in 1945, when it all began, is frozen in her eyes.

This girl is the embodiment of the horror and emptiness that was left behind. She is the herald of disaster and catastrophe. Little wheels rolling inexorably on the asphalt, little hands clutching the steering wheel, and cold dead eyes staring straight into her soul.

And you wonder with horror just one question: where will she go next?