Annamária • 14 • Mayo

Poem: I was someone's baby once, by me We all were. The darkness and cold plagued the dugout. Our lantern was our only light, our hope.. I used to imagine the shadows were silhouettes of my mother, this was a burden yet a comfort. Sometimes it's as if I still sense her hand caressing my shoulder, her gentle voice calling out to me, 'My baby'. I remember in the old days when that name would've bugged me, but now I can't help but yearn to hear it day by day. I do not want to be a man, not like this. the world is cold and never as warm as it was, in your arms. -Annamária Pécsi When I was working on this digital Illustration I thought back to the young soldiers who fought in the world wars, imagine being in their shoes? People who came from families may just wanted to their faces one last time. But not everything goes the we Want. I wanted to write this peom since it felt right to add instead of simply plain talk. I sketched a concept of the artwork onto paper, then transferred it to clipstudio paint where i made the final.