My name is Nata. I am a young artist from Kyiv. Born into a creative family, I spent my childhood enjoying nature and studying my mother's extensive library. I studied at the Taras Shevchenko State Art School, and then at the Ukrainian Academy of Printing. I lived my happy life, worked successfully, loved Ukrainian cities in all their manifestations. Six months before the war, I developed an anxiety disorder. I felt a great danger. Someone seemed to be squeezing me from behind and not letting me breathe. I knew that a black cloud of sorrow was approaching because I dreamt of war. As soon as I moved from Kyiv to a Carpathian village, the panic attacks stopped. And on February 24, when the first troops entered Ukraine, I was no longer worried. I felt only anger and the need to act. I was relatively ready for the war. All my paintings have survived, I have the opportunity to work. Now, painting is the only way for me to survive and at least let go of the pain. And there is a lot of pain, so I draw every day nonstop. My style has even changed. From harmonious, neat, semi-abstract and bright, my paintings have become expressive, contrasting, chaotic and dark. I have no illusions about Ukraine. But I believe in us. We are fighting against absolute evil. And we have already won because that evil is not able to penetrate our souls.