underwood underdark

In memory of my E., all the victims and defenders of Ukraine, of the mountains of my Crimea that have been stolen and destroyed forever, just like my childhood memories. A brief sketch, so that I might bring this place to life and realize it. And maybe, just maybe, so that my pain might become a little less intense. Just a little.

 

This project is the search for a broken, war-torn home. A place where I could rebuild it.

in a quiet, protected, and safe location. Among the mountains, greenery, and small towns. Where time stands still. A place where E. could tell me stories, and we could argue about philosophical works, physics, and myths. A place where one might find a path to the world of fairies. The second world is our fantasy, from one of our university metaphysics and mythology lectures. What if the fairies under the hills have technology, progress, and magic

This is the world where you live. Your eyes have not seen the horrors of war, and you have not paid the highest price. My brave and strong warrior.

Done