At the Threshold (The Window)

2025, oil on canvas, 48 x 60 x 1.5 in, unframed

A single figure sits where two worlds meet—the close, quiet interior of a room and the wide, breathing darkness outside. Candlelight softens the edges of the chair and curtain, while the neon-charged night presses up against the glass. The window stops being a barrier and turns into a portal. You don’t stand outside the scene looking in; you occupy the same vantage point as the figure, caught in the pause between looking out and turning inward.

Outside, the landscape glows in impossible color, as if memory, dream, and reality have briefly lined up. A path pulls your eye forward into the distance, but the stillness of the seated figure keeps you here, asking you to wait. The curtain works like a hinge between spaces, and the darkness of the room makes the light beyond feel even more magnetic.

Instead of telling a story, the painting invites you into a state of attention—a quiet, charged waiting. It lingers in that moment before a decision is made, before movement begins, when you can feel something shifting even though nothing appears to be happening. It suggests that thresholds are where transformation starts: in the breath before action, in the gaze that lingers long enough for the way you see to change.