It is usually a pile of figures sprawled across the canvas. Hidden inside are characters, sometimes stretched, sometimes curled up, sometimes intertwined and twisted together, or in some other postures. They often show a boundless joy, carelessly thinned and elongated, outside all restraints. At other times, they seem to be the ego coinciding with the ego's doppelgänger winding tightly and spiralling toward itself at an ever-increasing speed. Sometimes a shell of an extremely solitary figure has been forged. The body inside the shell searches for gaps along the contours and spills out from one of the escape points, sprinting along with the tips of the grass in the wilderness. The body spasms and trembles as it escapes from within so that the image presents a thrust from the inside out.