A man stands inside a shop with its shutter half-closed. In this space, unvisited by customers, canvases, art supplies, and unfinished paintings are placed, unlike the sign that reads 'Boseong Tile Interior'. The man spends every day from morning till dusk here, either brushing strokes onto a canvas or leaning back in a rocking chair to pass the day. This repetitive routine becomes a part that sustains his life, while also cutting him off from the world outside the shutter. Unlike the world's seasons flowing from summer to autumn, from winter to spring, his time drifts in an unknown place. The film patiently observes his times, where doubt and determination intersect, from a corner of this small space.