Every day people are born. Every day, unfortunately, there is somewhere a war. A mother is waiting for her daugther or son to come save at home. Where ever they live. I have met several artists who have fled the war. As a mother, that broke my heart. My father and grandfather owned a printing compan. My father passed away in my teens *1987. I saved all the printplates to make art with. So this plate is very old, from the '60 or '70. The 7x7 cm artpiece is made up with wallpaper cutting -yellow ink, is her ligth-, the printplate -mother and daugther- the use off red ink, is love, and stampletters into -No War-the use off black ink.