I’m finishing up a month-long painting residency at an art center and modern art museum in Foshan, a non-descript third tier city on the fringe of Guangzhou. My first time washing clothes in a washroom tucked away a few floors below my studio was a bit foreboding. I couldn’t find the light switch and all I could see was the two washers and dryers staring out through the darkness like four dialated pupils. This painting commemorates that important early morning experience.