The Gaze

Acrylic, pastel on Canvas

80 x 120 cm

 

 

 

 

 

For my wife, our families & our pets.

After ten years of toiling through both triumphs and losses, the young man finally paused, leaving his old job behind to return home and spend the last remaining days with his little dog—the loyal companion who had been by his side since his student years. The once-familiar view from the café where he used to linger for hours now seemed draped in an indescribable melancholy. As if sensing his sorrow, a dog from the nearby bakery quietly approached the window, lay down on the pavement, and gazed at him—its gentle eyes soft and kind, like a silent touch upon a wound not yet healed. For the first time in his life, the young man felt awakened. Through the gleaming glass pane, he no longer saw merely the mansion across the street—but also the long-forgotten truths: the fragility of the present, the beauty of the fleeting moment, and the small traditions that had quietly nurtured a person into who they are.