Yasmeen Strang's exhibition of work:

Ours is not the task of fixing the entire world all at once, but stretching out to mend the part of the world that is within our reach. - Clarissa Pinkola Estes

The poppies of Apoptosis flare and fade from within the void, isolated from their familiar surrounds, they are all the more spellbinding. These compositions bring forth contradictory thoughts and senses. Teaming with life, withering and fading, we pendulum swing between the heavens and the underworld. Reaching, opening, striving, thriving, bursting through, falling, wilting, turning, closing, folding, retreating, disappearing. Each poppy offering its own fixed moment in time, coexisiting amongst a bounty of other vivid and complex instants of life and decay.