I have this dream that one day the people I love won't go away. That somewhere there will be a commune and we will live there, autonomously. Except there is no commune. And there will never be a commune. Life will always force us through fluxuations. Like a lightwave, soundwave, or saltywave. Some people will grow closer together. Others will experience the riptide. People grow up. People marry. People die. People build walls. People move. People are people. These portraits are those people. This series is my commune.