There is a particular kind of attention that children possess.
A child's attention has not yet learned efficiency.
It lingers.
It notices.
It follows a question a little farther than necessary.
The Architecture of Kindness began with that observation.
Across these paintings, a young girl and a cat occupy the same world. Nothing dramatic happens. No great lesson is delivered. There are no heroes and no villains. Instead, the work dwells in small moments of presence, the kind that often pass unnoticed until we look back and realize they were there.
As the trilogy progressed, the relationship between subject and viewer quietly changed. What begins as an act of observation gradually becomes an encounter.
