“Black Sun”.
Tapestry by Olga Tolstikova.
Wool, linen, hand weaving.
“Black Sun” hovering over the Donbass is that hovering tension in which people have lived all these long 8 years, these are mines, shells, fragments that wounded and killed, when a person turned into hearing, stared in the sky that brought death, into that “black sun” of Donbass. This is the death that Ukraine brought to part of its territory, to its people, who are no longer their own, since they are being shot at, they were divided by the War. Eight years of war.
Each thread is for them, for Donbass.
Where was silent Europe? Why there is so much anger at those who are under fire? Some are seen, others are not seen, some are protected, others are not noticed? And those and others are in the same space, who do we choose — who do we let live, who do we kill? Is it normal to kill people in the Donbass?
Or such hatred is towards Russians, towards us, collective Russians of different nationalities?
