Bakhmut, Donbas Region
On the otherwise empty roads of Bakhmut, jeeps, pick-ups and infantry vehicles whizz past. The passengers are wearing dark glasses; they are buff and strapped with weaponry.
I am worrying, as usual, about being questioned. “Who are you? What are you doing?” It is always stressful for me to try to explain to battle-hardened, adrenaline-fuelled men with weapons that I am an artist.
As the vehicles fly by, some slow down, but none stop. I realise the shadow of the tree I am sitting under has moved and that the sun has overheated my iPad. I finish this drawing later in the evening, in an abandoned room where I sleep on a billiard table.
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