For me, the crow is a symbol of revolution. Crows are often seen as omens of change and chaos. They are survivors- intelligent, adaptable and deeply connected to their communities. They recognize faces remember injustices, solve problems and even offer gifts to those who show them kindness. They are also loud when threatened.

The antique flour sack pictured below was a gift- an act of generosity and kindness that, years later, has found a place in this piece. Heart of America flour sacks were once used to send humanitarian aid to Europe during both World Wars. In gratitude, European women embroidered them with messages of thanks and sent them back-acts of kindness in both directions, proof of a shared humanity. While I cannot confirm whether this sack was part of that history; it is undeniably well worn, stretched by the weight of grain, repaired and stained by time. I embroidered it but left its history intact by using it in its original form.

Today we deny aid to those in need. Our farmers struggle while leaders dismantle the government with little regard for the cost-to our economy, our communities, to our humanity. If you did not vote for this the descent is especially painful.

The Heart of America is Broken can be understood in many ways, and all resonate with me. The heart of our government, once capable of acts of compassion, is broken. The hearts of many Americans are broken. The heart of America, the Midwest-perhaps broken by its own voting hand-aches, especially for those who fought against this unraveling.

Perhaps the heart of America is broken beyond repair in my lifetime. The greed on display is unbearable. Spitefulness and a lack of compassion have become governing principles. We have lost the respect of our allies and shattered long-standing relationships built on mutual progress and cooperation.

My own heart is broken, too. I now know a feeling I never wanted to experience-hatred. It is a difficult emotion to carry, and I recognize my past belief in America’s progress was naive, shaped by privilege. There is sorrow, too, for the country I once believed in, however imperfect. I thought we were moving towards inclusion, equality and justice. I no longer believe that.

In this piece the crow casts its shadow over the ‘Heart of America” Is it a call to action? A warning? A reminder of community and communication? I no longer believe I live in a country guided by heart or integrity. But, like the crow, we cannot be silent in the face of threat. Who will resist and rebuild? Are our social networks strong enough? What is my own call to action? Where are my networks? Where is my beating heart?

Perhaps, in time our divisions will narrow as we face the greed that harms us all. Perhaps we will once again work together for the greater good.

I will use my art, my voice, and walk in protest.

In the meantime… The Heart of America is Broken.

Now for the details

The Heart of America is Broken

38 x 41

Raw edge applique, hand embroidery.

Materials: commercial batiks, hand-dyed cloth, antique flour sack, thread