In 2011, after reading Max Müller's novel ,' I thought deeply about 'the existence of love itself that cannot be confined to the category of emotions, which I always thought of.

I was trying to draw a moment when love starts in our mind, and how the very first dropped colors start their journey while meeting and gathering with other colors. The Portrait of Love turns out as a huge rose nebula, that embraces all the color dots, which are like the stars.

I believe that each moment of love in progress is valuable as same as the very last result.