In the work Hiatus, the model is in the world of withered sunflowers, there is nothing around but the black dried sunflower. Her face, covered by white plastic, looks vague and less recognizable. Her arms are sometimes wrapped around her chest, sometimes open, and sometimes hanging naturally. This state of being on guard and relaxed, all reflects a contradiction and absurdity that is different from the real world. It is the same as what happened in 2020. The sudden epidemic is a nightmare, fear, despair, grief, depression and anger... Infinite emotions mixed in it. The virus produces quarantine, and also makes me think more. I begin to pay more attention to life itself. Sunflower is a plant that grows toward the sun. Its original impression is passion and vitality. While the withered sunflowers imply a strong contrast between life and sunlight, and death and withering. It seems that the ultimate question of survival and destruction has been nakedly presented to us. For humans in this extreme dilemma, should we choose to be trapped in the abyss of darkness and despair, or embrace the sun to welcome the future. Does the end of a nightmare mean the beginning of a good dream?