Everyone has a truth. My truth roots from an anxiety I have with the relationships I forge. To be specific, the relationship with my family. 愛 or love, is an abstract subject that I have yet to fully comprehend.
The 'love' represented in this artist book conveys complications I have for the word. Love is an ambiguous term which can never be truly understood. Love and Hate are binaries that live in polar opposites - you can never fully love someone, but there's always room for hatred. That explains my 'Love' for my mother.
