By nadin-zakrevska on Skatehive
In Ukraine, March is a month of tribute to our national genius, Taras Shevchenko. It was a "no-plans" kind of day, filled with a sense of pure liberation. It was only the third of March, yet my inner voice whispered: "Nadiia, go to Shevchenko. There, you will find true courage—the kind that isn't afraid to be authentic." Shevchenko is synonymous with inner freedom and the concept of "home."il He knew what it meant to be under surveillance, to endure the "casemates" (prison cells), and to face a total ban on writing and painting. He survived because he possessed an internal world that the gendarmes could never reach. With these thoughts, I approached the gallery with a "living" stride. The city was boiling in traffic. But I was beyond the traffic. The entire metallic world was stuck in a gridlock, while I—a pedestrian, free and light—passed through this collapse straight to the Genius. I heard the music of my heart, even as the outside world tried to impose its noisy vibrations upon me.