Since Ed’s last show, he’s had another child. Maybe it’s the kids, but the new work, while still quiet, has a playfulness I hadn’t expected.
It’s a version of suburban life where there’s a rake in a flower bed or a ball drifting out of a driveway: people live in these constructions but have been called away to some other pressing thing, a phone ringing, another unfinished chore. They’re languid in a way that suburbs are, but in their roughness, hurried, like life most often is.
I find them sad though not lonely.
You can see his new show at the Starbucks off Occidental Square and Jackson through the end of the month.
His work, quiet and recently playful.