Oil on Canvas 9 x 12
This
is a new painting of a lion pair—resting together, watchful and
quiet. I’ve always found lions both majestic and melancholy. They
sleep most of the day, but when they rise, they move with a grounded
dignity that’s hard to describe.
When I was younger and first started visiting the zoo on my own,
I’d always go straight to the lion enclosure. The male had a habit
of standing near the front and letting out a deep roar—it sounded
more like a hoarse cough than the Hollywood version of a roar, but it
was unmistakable and unforgettable. I later learned this sound is
part of how lions mark their territory and communicate with pride
members. For me, it felt like a kind of declaration: “I’m here.”
I’ve read that lionesses do most of the hunting while the males
help protect the pride’s territory. In the wild, they face many
threats—habitat loss, poaching, and conflict with humans. It’s
heartbreaking to know that there are now likely more lions in
captivity than roaming freely in their natural habitats.
You may remember the tragic story of a lion named Cecil, lured out
of a protected area and killed in a staged hunt by a trophy hunter.
It shook many people, including me. What I felt most was grief for
the loss of something irreplaceable—an animal just trying to live.
This painting is not meant to preach, just to pause. To honor
their beauty, their lives, and their quiet rituals.