Last year, I made this anti-war illustration on a T-shirt. Everything in it doesn't fit together. The weapon the main character has, his outfit, his helmet. He's running or fleeing somewhere with his biggest (literally) friend. The monkeys, as usual, seem oblivious. The deceased have one thing to say to the living. The peculiarity of this illustration represents the unnaturalness of war, which, just like in this picture, is a foreign, unnatural phenomenon that doesn't belong in the landscape of the people it has struck.