Urban landscape painting with a girl standing in front of  a weathered concrete wall, tarnished by the marks of bombing. Her red dress - bright and almost shocking against the drab concrete - seems to light up in the dusk, a rare sign of vibrancy in an environment where hope and colour have slowly eaten away. In her arms, she carries a doll wrapped in a white dress, battered and covered in dust and stains.

The girl looks straight ahead, with eyes that seem much older than her age suggests. Her expression suggests a silence, perhaps a world of thoughts that swallows her whole inside. Is it hope, is it despair? Her gaze is both piercing and empty.

This is a picture of resilience, lost innocence and the question of whether you can keep dreaming even when you lose everything around you.