Many times, I am a chaotic mess, a walking corpse. Struggling desperately in insecurity, waiting for unknown results, and immersing myself in illusory information every day, my soul and body have unknowingly transformed into a grotesque monster. The funny thing is, despite my heart being shattered into countless pieces, I can still casually discuss right and wrong with friends, pretending that my life is as calm as the sea.

I always feel that everyone has their own problems to solve. When I fall into a black hole, I don't think anyone can catch me, so I keep falling, falling... until I hit rock bottom. It often happens like this: even though my heart is wandering in the black hole, outwardly, I am still chatting and laughing with colleagues about daily life. "I'm doing great lately!" Since when did I become someone who only talks about the good things?

In short, this painting is the first image that came to mind after I decided to hold an exhibition. It represents the most vulnerable and real part of me. If possible, she hopes that someone can gently catch her.