The other day, my daughter uttered the phrase "bread is the head of everything", and tears came out of my eyes ... I remembered my relatives and friends who, being in occupation, stood in lines for days to get some bread ... since their own food supplies were running out.. I dream to come to my land in Ukraine and see our rich fields, dotted with grain! Feel the smell of childhood and my homeland! The picture is executed in oil on canvas, pasty strokes, brush and palette knife. Thank you for your attention to my work