Plato hypothesized the existence of a world of ideas, a Hyperuranium in which there were the primeval ideas to which all things in the world belong. To be clear, every time you imagine a triangle, you are imagining A triangle, not THE triangle in its triangle without being a particular triangle. Who knows what drugs Plato was taking.

Jocelyn Tsaih draws man, not a man, but the idea of man. Plato would be very proud of her. In that bubble-shaped humanoid, this Taiwanese artist transplanted to New York, hides every man in the world and tells about his fears and anxieties.
So it happens that some shadows hug frightened by something or by themselves; that something runs into someone, but in the opposite direction; that someone or something sinks into himself or another.

Not only Plato, but maybe Freud too would be proud of Jocelyn Tsaih.