Friend of Twelve by Twelve : Community

Today is the "reveal". I had an entirely different piece in progress. Couldn't find it. And there is no such thing as "coincidence". This piece wanted to be made. It all fell together in moments, each piece directly under my hand when I wanted "something".

I used bleach discharged black cotton, a vintage map of Washington, D. C., and a magazine clipping of an old hinge. I placed the hinge on the straight edge of the map of the Capital, the largest community common to Americans. To the right (?) : rough waters, and accidentally, some skulls. The choice of black and white is racial and political. Right or wrong. Yes or No. Us or Them. Good or Evil.

In the lowest, left corner, tacked down with clumsy, painful stitches is another community: Arlington Cemetery.

Not all of the community pieces made by the Twelve are joyful. The tree with colorful leaves and the birds on a wire made me smile. The text that accompanies some of the work contains a number of vocabulary words that I hadn't expected to see: couldn't, difficult, separate, disconnected, excluded, not a part of, outside. My first piece was all about loneliness.