A man is inside a store where the shutter door is half closed. There are no customers at this store, and although the sign says “Boseong Tile Interiors,”the space is filled with canvas, art tools and unfinished paintings. The man stays here every day from morning until sunset and spends his day painting on canvas or resting on the rocking chair. His repetitive routine forms a part that holds his life together, and yet, it also disconnects him from the world outside the sh...more

A man is inside a store where the shutter door is half closed. There are no customers at this store, and although the sign says “Boseong Tile Interiors,”the space is filled with canvas, art tools and unfinished paintings. The man stays here every day from morning until sunset and spends his day painting on canvas or resting on the rocking chair. His repetitive routine forms a part that holds his life together, and yet, it also disconnects him from the world outside the shutter door. Unlike the seasons of the world that flow from summer to autumn, from winter to spring, his time floats around in unknown places. From a corner in this small space, the film carefully observes his time crisscrossed with doubt and resolution.less