Second Glance

Oil on panel

36 x 60 in 91.4 x 152.4 cm

A mason jar. Two tulips.

Nothing more, until the silence begins to speak.

Their white petals tilt like unfinished thoughts, caught between gesture and retreat. Green stems waver through water, refracted as if time itself were bending. The glass bears its heritage, Made in Canada, like a whispered origin, almost lost in the light.

Behind them, a shadow unfurls: soft, uncertain, not quite theirs. It hovers like memory on the edge of forgetting.

Here, the ordinary becomes an altar. The space around the jar—a pause. The table’s dark grain, a line drawn beneath a thought. There is no drama, only presence. No noise, only breath.

This is not a still life.
This is what it feels like to remember something you didn’t know you’d forgotten.
To look again, and see.