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A home should be stable, full of love, warmness, and care from the mother. However, the complex, intimate relationship between my mother and me has created a sense of insecurity since my childhood. When I grew up, I was adrift in a foreign country, which made me always have a strong desire and imagination for the ideal home and mother. All the obstacles, in reality, have kept me from an outside and prying perspective, watching and collecting these warm man-made landscapes, and finding  comfort in the surreal existence, looking for motherhood beyond reality.I try to fill up my lack in a time of prying and seeking.

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