The tragic events of recent years in my country and in the world were the reason for this project. We see how fragile the world is and how vulnerable people are.

Division by color, religion and language, takes ugly forms and becomes the cause of war. One part of the world easily gives up its life for dubious truths, while the other part watches with horror or indifference. Death becomes routine.

I am exploring the question - is there something that unites us unconditionally? Where are we equal and happy without question or reservation? My answer is childhood. Children are devoid of convention and prejudice. They do not care about skin color, religion and even a foreign language is no barrier to joy.

I drew children's dreams on real soldiers' blankets, stylizing the artwork as illustrations in children's books. Books that our mothers used to read us before bed.

What could be more incompatible and absurd? The sleep of a child and the sleep of a man at war. What could make us think of the consequences? What unites us? Is it an equal exchange between generations? Is it generous gifts to the future from the present?

Art is a myth, a metaphor. I believe in its hidden power. It is a great fairy tale that turns into reality through people's consciousness as well as children's dreams.

I want us to hear each other through my art; alive, warm, sleeping under the blanket of the universe. A universe in which everyone becomes a participant of reasonable world-building, a victor of reason and common sense. A universe where everyone is important, where everyone is heard and has the right to be, and to be themselves
without violating the being of the other.

We want a world where no one is afraid and these billions of dreams, every night go to the universe every night and contact with the beyond, letting reason and love into this world.