Eleven.

This year started for me in February, so there are 11 months in it: nothing happened before and I don't know how and when something will happen later.

I take photos just to survive. One month - one photo. One picture, as a reflection of one month of war.

0. Where to start? My "before" self-portrait. The countdown has begun...

1. February. I'm trying to see something in the dark to understand: How is this possible? I still don't have an answer...

2. March. We are waiting for the bombs in our cozy apartments.

3. April. BUCHA...

4. May. Crazy flowering of everything: I haven't seen such exuberant flowering of trees for a long time. But I look up and see a stormy sky over my beloved city and country. I don't feel joy...

5. June. Golden June evening: I hide behind him, but I know that soon the night will again expose my fears.

6. July. My wonderful friend, my support and advisor. All my tenderness and love in those graceful curls on her neck...

7. August. This moving picture not far from my home in Kyiv: a ray of hope - a young mother carries her child through the wounded landscape.

8. September. Bright, red fruits are the result of September. But I see drops of blood...

9. October. Conversations with friends. Such rare, but such necessary meetings. Delicate, caring and necessary, like the air I breathe.

10. November. There is almost no resource...

11. December. We are all waiting. Someone is with a pack, and someone is alone. We are waiting for good news...