Description

2'x3' wood carvings

Usually on Sunday afternoons, bogged down with weeks or months of dirty fabrics, whole apartment buildings, whole city blocks worth of neighbors congregate in dark warm cinderblock buildings and set to work wringing the city out of their clothes. A liminal space where the common work of washing allows for relative strangers to know each other. The low hum of fluorescent lights smooths over the desperate rattling of breaking and broken ancient machines, this is a hymn for the everyday. Pants, towels, underwear, all sorts of unmentionables bundled in to sacks, hung out to dry across balconies, little flags waving in the late afternoon dust of spin cycle communion, reminding us that we are alive.

This piece is a part of Sweet Honeyed Homelands