(Prints size 100x106 cm)
On February 24 last year, the war began, along with the diary that I kept throughout the occupation. It was one of the hardest days of my life and the beginning of the most profound inner transformation. All the hitherto dormant fears that had stood in my way all this time and which I did not dare to cross in everyday life, rose from the depths of my consciousness. All the 9 months that I spent in the occupation, I saw people like me, fighting for their freedom from the aggressor, but first of all from their fears. Waking up on this day, a year later, I feel the same emotions and feelings as then, because the body remembers all the experienced events. All my life (and not only mine) it has kept its own diary and reread it regularly, reminding me in the morning of all the upheavals that happened on this day, a year, five, ten, thirty or three hundred years ago. And if memories of a specific event do not reach my consciousness, I have to live with the fact that, for some unknown reason, I woke up in a bad mood, with a feeling of anxiety or sadness and I need to do something about it. It will last as long as the emotional charge associated with this event remains in the memory. Until I will notice the cyclical nature of the emotional labyrinth, until I put aside all "urgent" things and live these emotions to the last drop. With close people, with a psychologist who temporarily plays their role or in meditation, alone with the closest person - myself.