I drew this and then wasn’t going to post it because it all seems so hopeless. The drawing was on the way to the trash when I saw a clip of a Ukrainian woman on TV who looked and sounded just like my grandmother. She’d lost absolutely everything except hope. She believed with all her heart in the strength and love of her people and that one day they would all be home again. Sitting in my safe, warm house thousands of miles away, who am I to put hope in the wastebasket? I’m deeply inspired by this beautiful grandma and the millions like her who refuse to give up.
I drew this and then wasn’t going to post it because it all seems so hopeless. The drawing was on the way to the trash when I saw a clip of a Ukrainian woman on TV who looked and sounded just like my grandmother. She’d lost absolutely everything except hope. She believed with all her heart in the strength and love of her people and that one day they would all be home again. Sitting in my safe, warm house thousands of miles away, who am I to put hope in the wastebasket? I’m deeply inspired by this beautiful grandma and the millions like her who refuse to give up.