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 found myself wondering whether or not 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. the mirroring of a father’s harsh but sturdy lines with a mother’s gentle yet wholesome curves in building a home. the seamless coordination of dropping off and picking up children represented by details on the garments that echo each other. a rhythmic push and pull that culminates in a satisfying sort of synchronization.
even now, i struggle with understanding what love is. i know the version of it experienced by the majority of my peers and as it appears 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.
