I was overwhelmed by the gut-wrenching testimonies of the women who served in World War II in Alexievich’s “ The Unwomanly Face of War.” At the same time, I also thought of the suffering and sadness of the everyday people who live in places that suddenly turned into battlefields this year. We see footage of the horrors of the war in Ukraine almost everyday. Before I knew it, I was drawing those same intense images with my own hands, and pairing them with flowers that had bloomed on the roadside in real life.
Tiny flowers that could be trampled so easily, and the sight of people perish- ing on the battlefield - the two overlapped in my mind.
