Some time ago, I began listening to the radio more frequently than audiobooks. World news seemed so insane to me that the plot twists of fiction could not rival them. As of late, the events have gotten darker. Listening to the radio while I draw feels strange. Drawing is my way to escape and go down the tunnel of my imagination. The sound of news keeps pulling me back into reality. The exercise is like a tug of war. Once I noticed that my drawings began to reflect reality, I switched off the radio. In this series, I allowed myself to take a break from the world. I turned off the radio and listened to the silence of my studio, wondering what that silence would look like. I thought of snow-covered birch trees. The image cradled me into sleep and haunted me in my dreams