MOTION

Courage? Transformation? You may ask us. This is a portrait of a Ukrainian woman. She is not just a woman who goes shopping, prepares a delicious family dinner, sings a lullaby to a child. She is crippled, her soul has suffered many losses and sorrows. She felt a real grief, not the one when you didn't have time to buy shoes at a discount. Grief is to bury the remains of dead neighbors near your high-rise on the avenue. It is painful to rake the stones of a destroyed house with bloody fingers after a rocket, because there you can hear the moans of people still alive. Grief is after the explosion to see your leg next to you (it seems to be yours... but for some reason separately...). Such grief is too much for us now. But we go further. Through this horror and pain. To a new transformation. We stand. We will continue life. Our children will smile and the fields will bloom with flowers. We will have that