• Growing up the type of love I was exposed to was typically a youthful and western interpretation. Contrasting that with the relationship I witnessed between my parents, I often wondered whether my parents actually loved each other. 

    This piece was inspired by my father's name meaning ocean and my mother's name meaning moon. Like the relationship between these two forces, my parents' affection towards each other is not apparent. However, it does exist in a subtle way, a gentle rhythmic push and pull that culminates in a satisfying synchronization. 

    I still struggle with understanding what love is. I know the version of it experienced by my peers and in the media can be genuine. But I also want to understand the forms of love that extend beyond this portrayal. Love that is perhaps less acknowledged but just as passionate and worthy in every way