First Love

Early morning of August, I drove to the top of plateau in Provence where I was surrounded by the lavender field. The breath of wind breeze through my hands, face and hair. It reminds me the feeling of first love as a newborn baby who is wrapped by the love of creator. It inspires me to paint the feeling out. Even though the view I saw in that morning is different than what I painted on the canvas, but the feeling of First Love is the same.