Usually, curatorial text is written in another way, but as I sat down to write this statement,
I knew I wanted it to be read like a letter. A letter from me to you.
Letter from February 24, 2022. That day my family and I were in Tbilisi. In the morning I woke
up earlier than usual, and picked up my phone to read the news and messages from friends. War. There is war in our home. There is war all over Ukraine.
From that moment on, there was no tomorrow for me. Time stretched out into one long, endless, agonizing day.