The Teshima Mon Amour Series of works was an opportunity to respond as I scavenged around the island. Roaming the quiet alleys, I was mesmerized by the myriad of rusted surfaces when I stumbled upon a seemingly uninhabited house with a jagged broken stairway that seduced me to trespass. Appreciating the aged wooden and rusted metal poles, almost dislodging from its base from the incessant pelting of the wind, Below, an unassuming stone shrine with its stone Tori gate and white paper amulets dancing in the breeze. I was inspired to make an artwork with the magnets in my backpack, recalling my earlier executions employing wax paper. The long sheets of wax paper fluttered in the wind, snapping, complaining, visualizing the invisible tension created by magnetism and kinetics of natural breeze.