Watching

A cat rests its chin on a ledge, eyes level with the world, utterly still. The gaze is direct and unhurried; golden, alert, and entirely its own. Around it, the background dissolves into a crystalline field of silver and blue-grey, light fracturing into something between frost and sky. The warm rust of the ledge anchors the composition, grounding the animal in the physical world even as the atmosphere around it seems to shimmer and shift. This is a painting about the particular quality of a cat's attention; present but unreachable, watching without asking permission, keeping company entirely on its own terms.