The intimate size is a direct metaphor for the constricting feeling of having inadequate room for emotional expression, as if my feelings are too large for the physical space I am permitted to occupy them in. The painting depicts the view from a locked toilet. The world outside was dissolving into a greenish-blue haze, with the chromatic embodiment of sadness, anxiety, and isolation. 

This method is not just a stylistic choice but a conceptual one, as it allows me to create blurry, phantom-filled scenes that mirror the distortion of vision through tears or the dizzying swirl of overwhelming thought. 

This work emerges from the deeply private solitude of a daily ritual: the moment the shower curtain is drawn, enclosing me within the narrow confine of the bathtub. Here, shrouded by the sound of falling water, I grant myself permission to unravel buried currents of anxiety, sorrow, and unrest to surface and flow freely. 

Through a first-person perspective, I translated this intimate sanctuary onto the canvas. Layers of trembling afterimages and luminous, diffused color fields simulate the visual dissolution brought on by tears, thus rendering inner vibration as palpable texture. The pouring water and rising steam do not conceal, but cradle – transforming the bathtub into a vessel that holds raw, unfiltered feelings. The painting becomes a record not of catharsis, but of presence – a testament to emotions, being unmediated and vividly held in suspension. 

My practice originates from a private ritual – returning home at night. After my family has departed, I choose to remain alone in the passenger seat of my father's car. This narrow space of metal and glass becomes a temporary chamber where I shut the world out and allow my true emotions to settle. 

The painting adopts a first-person perspective, fixing the gaze on this familiar scene. By depicting the doubling of light and the trembling of vision, I mimic how tears obscure sight, translating reality into a hazy field of perception. This is not merely visual representation, but a development of inner weather – a record of how, within voluntary solitude, intangible disturbances gradually clarify into a quiet, internal order.