Is six drops enough? - Picture Plate

A woman sits alone in her kitchen, absorbed in a small, precise task. The room speaks of routine — not chaos, not crisis — just the quiet repetition of a life shaped around care, service, and doing what needs to be done.

Is six drops enough? isn’t anxiety, it’s habit. A thought formed through years of responsibility, where attention to detail becomes second nature and effort goes unnoticed. The sarcasm is subtle: a life reduced to measurements, careful not to use too much, or too little.

Dry, restrained, and heavy with implication, this plate reflects the quiet weight of domestic servitude — accepted, mastered, and rarely acknowledged.