Artist's description:

I found it nearby my house, when at summer evening I decided to walk a bit to clear my mind. While I was drawing it a granny approached and started to talk with me. Gradually she started to tell about her life. I still remember a part of the story. She told that when she was five, she with her mother were evacuated to the south of USSR, which is now a separate country: Uzbekistan.

The reason of evacuation was WWII. People from the main part of USSR were accepted there. It was a poor region but local people shared food with those who were evacuated and kept them alive, despite it was very few to eat for themselves and the evacuated were from a different nation.

The granny, who was a kiddo then, at mornings was collecting cotton at the fields with other kids, barely standing under the heat of the sun. There was an old man who was looking after them. To cheer up them how he could he was teaching them to sing at spare time.

Sometimes she visited her mother at her work - in a hospital. The mother was very occupied there with soldiers, so the bored little girl went around the wards and sang them. One of the wounded soldiers felt that she reminds him his own daughter and gifted her sugar from his ration. She went home and prepared a feast - pieces of barely eatable dark bred with pieces of sugar on it. This was an only sweet which could be found around those days. So, sitting and looking at the table with the meal she waited for her mother. When she came, the only time in her life she scolded her as never again. Because the sugar was meant for the soldiers, to make them heal to fight and protect.

I was stun by the story because I didn't had an idea that some real person, not from ancient times could be scolded badly for being gifted a piece of sugar. I was stun by the all that because her mother scolded her not because was a bad woman or didn't loved her but instead because she was a good one. My mind can't fully understand and accept it because it is as if from another planet. But it was a real person standing before me.

Usually in Russia we feel about the people who went through WWII as about some semi-gods. They were our grandfathers and that's natural when you are a little child and hear stories about WWII. But thus we think that they had some special powers to deal with the fate that was sent to them.

When I am by an accident able to talk now with some of the very few who are still left, remember and in clear mind, I see that they didn't had those powers. I feel that they are the same as me. No difference. This means that I could be there on their place.

**Frame is not included as it would make the price much higher. If you'll by it in your local Ikea store it will cost you around 20$, or a bit more if you'll buy it in a frame shop. But if I'll send it with the painting, it will add around 250$ to the price, as I'll need to use different postal service, different package sending type and have a lot of headache with receiving documents for this type of package.

Materials used:

Pencil, color paper

Tree (2016)


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This artwork is sold by Shakir Ibragimov from Russia

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