Roots

What I eat forms what I am. When I lived in the US, there were days when I felt so starved mentally and I craved for the food I ate back at home. Images of food swirled right in front of my eyes and I knew my desire couldn't be satisfied. My stomach made such pathetic noise and in the end I had to get up and eat something, American. I could mask my roots in many ways, but it would never be possible when it comes to food.

To show my craving, I change all the objects imaginable into the forms of the dishes I love. Besides, the thought of these foods can give a person la nuit blanche. It's actually a picture full of nostalgic feeling too.