Blood cells power

Winter, the height of the first wave of COVID-19 in Ukraine. My friend Andriyan and I are in a small kitchen of a 30-meter apartment and knead liquid acrylic. My soul was anxious, danger hovered in the air outside. Our life depended on self-isolation and the work of forces over which we have no control. This painting is the personification of the power of the bio-machine, whose subtle chemistry protects us from dangers, allows us to create and makes us who we are.