On March 4, 2022 the word “war” was outlawed in Russia. It felt like being violated. Like someone tearing into your body who shouldn’t be there. It was hard to breathe, and for a week after that I found myself regularly having to instruct myself: “breathe in” – walk three steps – “breathe out” – walk three steps – and again over and over. That day a big lump of pain appeared

I started these two on the first day of the war, sitting in a long line at the migration center for a friend and finished the line art a few days later. But I only printed these a week or so later when my first run was out. They had the same words as the first rabbit pair from the start, but by the time I was printing them, those words had

I spent the first half of the first day of the war at the migration services office helping a friend get his temporary registration in St. Petersburg. I sketched these guys while waiting in line for five hours because I knew I’d need stickers for the evening’s protest. Rush finished the line art, scanned and processed for print in the half hour I had between getting home and the protest. And cut