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BLACK SKY FALLING
"In early November 1942, Mania and I
made our way to the village of Grabowka, where we told people that
we were Polish Catholic farm girls who had been separated from our
family after our farm was taken over by Folksdeutsche. The night
after we arrived, I had a dream that my mother came to get me,
running and pulling me along. "Why are we running?," I asked her.
She said, "Because the black sky is falling, and when it reaches the
ground, we will die." When I looked back, black pieces of clouds
were falling to the earth."
Embroidery and fabric collage, 1998.
36-3/16"W x 37-1/4"H.
Gallery narration by Esther's
daughters.
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