When I first had the idea for this work in my mind, I was thinking about feminism, stereotype, inequality, prejudice, and etc. When I truly blend in with the soil, my nasal cavity is filled with the smell of mud. I felt flustered, everything is holding its breath inside me. I can feel the tiny particles falling into my nose and mouth, my nervousness almost frightens me. My inspiration comes from Francis Alys’s work. The first time I saw his work, I would not associate his work with political themes. His work seems very casual, “Sometimes doing something poetic can become political and sometimes doing something political can become poetic.” This is how people perceive him. I also want to use this concept to present my work.