This painting imagines love as an inner landscape shaped by a sense of limerence. Fruit, flowers, thorns and blood droplets merge and dissolve into one another, blurring sweetness with danger, desire with illusion. The forms on the upper right part of the work can be either the shooting stars in the night sky, or gleaming tips of sharp blades. As one wanders through the mirage of desire, how can one tell what is real, and what is not?