..forgive me, girl

“...forgive me, girl” — these were the words spoken to me by Maksym’s commander, with an unspeakable sorrow in his eyes.

This canvas became my reflection on the terrifying events of January — the loss of my beloved at the front. I remember the day of his funeral... A winter landscape etched itself into my memory: a dark, threatening sky, an endless snow-covered field, with patches of bare earth and last year’s dry weeds breaking through. Once, that field belonged to no one, but now it has merged with the cemetery, which grows larger with each passing day.

That landscape carried a profound melancholy, unsettling something deep inside me. It was emptiness, absolute despair. “What comes next?” One thing is certain — nothing will ever be the same again.