Slicing zucchini, cooking chicken for sunday dinner, playing patiently with her son, gathering friends, neighbors, and family for every birthday, smiling and say, "Yes, everything's fine, thanks": that's the life Claire can't take anymore. Once the good little girl, the punctual and professional lawyer, ever discreet, she now finds her staid life without passion or surprises is killing her. She wants to scream and bring down the walls of her too-tidy house, slam the door, feel desire in her body, fan the flames lit ten years ago by the mad creations of one man: Jackson Pollock.