Yeager Edwards, an artist who explores themes of joy, longing, and the inherent value in used textiles. Edwards employs used textile waste from personal experiences and those close to them, creating saccharine scenes pulled from a built world.

Supplemental to the exhibition is a poem written by Detroit poet and playwright, will street

“notes from a guy who tried to pick the lock”

there’s hope in the alarm clock

just as there is in red lights

and carbon monoxide alarms

ideally we’ll live to feel the next morning

astute drivers will take pause and

ear assaulting tones will tell us

to get the fuck out of the house

all of these assume life’s sustenance

or at the very least encourage it

what beauty there is behind the blindfold

of mortality delayed

this is the profundity of the human experience-

the hairs that rise on the back of our necks

during one horror movie or another

the snot clearing rush of lifelong fidelity

or momentary infidelity or of ceremony

or the un-sanctimonious

these, these are the unbreakable chains

that bind us all in fucked up, joyous

ass backwards, lovely fraternity

-will street