A New Starting Point
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‍Love is particles. Love is multiplicity. Love is everything. Love makes no sense. Love is felt, but can never be fully apprehended. Love is polysemic. We mold its definition to make our lives make sense. Love is pure generosity and empathy. Love is cruel tyranny. Love really makes no sense. Love rules our lives and it’s the drive that makes us strive.
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We do everything in the name of love, but love lasts just seconds, maybe minutes; then love changes. Love is temporary. Love is pure chance. Love is relative. Love isa pencil drawing a random line guiding us. Love is structureless stories creating incalculable abstract figures in our lives. Yes, love is infinite – but we need to make the most of it because it probably won’t last forever.
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Love is a product of chance.
Love inevitably transforms us.
Love always multiplies us.
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How To Multiply and Transform Love

‍Each collage, like love, possesses the capacity to be transformed and multiplied. The color forms superimposed on the photo are peel-off stickers that can be removed and stuck on another surface, modifying the original work and creating one (or several) new ones.
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Love is taking chances.
Love has mysterious ways.