Where He Paused

Oil on canvas
2026

He didn’t touch the flower.
He simply noticed it—
as if that alone was enough to change something inside him. 🥹

This little one lives in my yard.

I see him sometimes in the quiet hours—
soft, watchful, completely unbothered by the world beyond his small corner.

I didn’t want to paint a rabbit.
I wanted to paint him—
the stillness, the gentleness, the way he pauses like he knows something we don’t.

There’s something about this piece…
it feels like it already belongs somewhere.