No Crumbs under my Watch
第一防线 [Sold]

“Your love guards the little things.
不起眼的一点一滴在不知觉中守候着我们。”

oil on canvas
46x46cm

Every night after the lights went out, Sergeant Smith took his post.

He wasn’t the biggest in the pantry, nor the loudest. But he had a job to do: to guard the biscuit tin, the sugar bowl and the milk jug with his life. After all, the biscuits were the children’s favourite - and under no circumstance were ants allowed in. Not on his watch.

By day, he was like clockwork, only performing as far as his gears allowed. But come nightfall, he sprang into action.

Squeaks of sugar-thieving mice? Dealt with. A family of ants on the countertop, waiting to sneak into the tin? Intercepted. He’d even once caught a cockroach red-handed, halfway up the biscuit tin.

And the next morning, when he saw the children happily digging into the biscuits at tea-time, chattering excitedly, the Sergeant would allow himself the smallest of nods.

Mission accomplished. Until tonight.

Love is often not expressed in grand battles, but in the smallest, everyday playful gestures. It often looks ordinary – checking the lights are off and doors are locked, covering someone with a blanket, waiting up for someone to come home. Devotion can be light hearted, even humorous, yet still profoundly tender. Sometimes love watches quietly, guarding the little things that make us feel safe.