Fighters No. 11 Warsaw

Hands up. Not to surrender, but to say without words: "Don't shoot, I'm a child."

The overcoat, the cap, the lost stare. He doesn't know why he's there. He doesn't understand war, or ideologies, or borders. He only knows that he's afraid. A mother, perhaps. A crowd of people, restrained. Everyone with their hands in the air. Everyone trying to survive the gaze of the one aiming. He only asks us to remember that history is also written by those who had no voice .

Technique: Oil

Support: Canvas

Measurements: 180 X 180 cm

Date of completion: 2013