Elizabeth Kukharenko
2009, Ukraine
Good day. My name is Elizabeth, I’m 13. I am studying in 8th grade.
I can’t boast that I have certainty. It is sometimes difficult for me to form a clear description of myself. I’ll really try to invest in it.
I have been a versatile person since childhood in every possible way developing myself in many areas. I have been playing the violin since the age of five. One day I just enrolled myself in classes and since then I have not left them. I can not say that I have achieved considerable success in music. Already in the fifth grade I played works for graduates. My favourite composer that I love to play is Vivaldi.
I am a programmer and I am confident to study in the field of robotics and engineering. But this is variable. Thoughts about the future change so quickly. I also wrote the plot of our common game with my sister. We are developing it together.
My paintings are the reason why I am writing this now. I have been drawing since childhood, just drawing for myself. I plunged into the world of surrealism and oil at the age of 10.
My first painting was based on angels in biblical preaching. Since then I have started to draw. I have a very important thought: art is not just a demonstration of the world through a miserable human vision. Knowing how to use art correctly is very important. When each person learns to invest what he cannot demonstrate to society. Or something that cannot be organised into speech. It is then when every living soul realises this that utopia will come.
I draw exclusively for myself. My paintings are the personification of that longing that I cannot overcome. A freedom that I haven’t had for so long. Everyone will see my paintings selfishly and in their own way. If you only knew how much I dislike writing descriptions of my paintings… I myself don’t know what they mean. It’s hard for me to understand what it is. It may be my sick imagination and I’m slowly losing my mind. There is a possibility that I am showing the world a different vision of our existence.
I want to give an example of thoughts about my paintings. My mother finds philosophical meaning in them. My sister likes them because of the disgusting deformities. Someone told me about chanting anti-aesthetics by me. Which of these is true? That’s up to you.
Before the start of the war, my life went smoothly. I really felt happy. Everything was broken, like millions of people. I go to a hateful, despicable school. But I will mention that this has nothing to do with learning. I love learning and improving. People perceive me strangely. Most of them do not know what grief is and understand for them what it is from the realm of fantasy. Feeling only despair and hatred has become commonplace for me. I’m waiting for summer. I will finally have time and I will be able to develop myself, learn.
Speaking of existentialism. I don’t know what life is. Maybe I’m just a bunch of cells that, by a ridiculous accident, formed into a brain that raves in a matter of seconds. But I can say with confidence that I want to leave behind something important. I strive to change the world. Maybe this is youthful maximalism, but I really believe in it and strive for it. What is stopping me? All the dull people who spend their lives devouring the resources of the planet without returning them will tell me anything? No, alas, I don’t want to listen to them.
I build my path, with my choices. I want to be free. (10.04.23)
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