If…
Glass, blood, white roses
52×28cm
2008
 
White roses drink the artist’s blood and turn into red.
 Ten years ago, I gave my first lover a set of books as Valentine’s Day gift. I pierced my finger with a needle and drew a small rose on the preface of the book. As my first lover usually would faint at the sight of blood, I hoped she would feel dizzy the moment she saw the red rose on the first page.