From Mariupol, my mom and dad moved my straw paintings to Lviv. And this summer, Rostic and I moved them to the Netherlands. They were only in old frames that my grandfather Vanya made from available materials. It’s clear that these frameworks didn’t harmonize with each other. But then my parents came to visit, and Dad offered to reframe my paintings and make identical frames for them. A week of work, and the art gallery above the staircase is ready. Thank you so much to my dad!