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, coexisting amongst a bounty of other vivid and complex instants of life and decay.

Breath… slowly, deeply. Eyes and heart focus us on the priorities of our soul, time to heal. Time to listen. In our mind, our thoughts explode and scatter like stardust.

What is within our reach? What is worth mending? Where does one begin?

Text by Sunshine Frère

Archival pigment print
Edition of 5