The Place Where the Day Paused / 36×48 framed / acrylic on canvas

The story begins in a field that has learned how to hold its breath. The grass stretches outward in a soft green hush, interrupted only by a small pool of water that mirrors the sky without fully trusting it. The trees gather at the edge like quiet witnesses, standing close enough to feel connected, far enough apart to keep their thoughts to themselves.

Above them, the sky carries the muted light of an unfinished day. Clouds drift low and wide, as if deciding whether to move on or stay a while longer. Nothing in this place asks to be hurried. Even time seems to slow as it passes through, leaving behind only the faintest trace.

The Place Where the Day Paused tells a story about stillness as an event. It is about those rare moments when nothing demands your attention—and in that absence, you finally notice where you are.

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