These works came with the space.
They had been sitting in the dark. Some might have disappeared without anyone ever asking who made them, why they were made, or how they ended up here.
Every one of them carries time. Somebody put something into it — love, anger, obsession, frustration, work. Something of the person who made it is still here.
Now the work is out again. It is being photographed, looked at, researched and seen.
These collections are here now. That does not mean they will always be here. EDS is part of their story, not necessarily the end of it.
