Pee Wee Herman once said that he loved fruit salad so much, he thought he’d marry it. I’m already married, but my monogamous bliss may be under attack even as we speak by an equally unsuitable suitor. “The interloper?” you ask. Why, none other than a bunch of wooden doors.
I really must give credit to the French carpenter who understands perfectly when finesse is required and when it is not. We talked with him at length about what we envisioned, trying crudely to put our thoughts and instincts into approximately correct French. We gestured and mimed about plank width and degree of finish; we considered various types of latch and hinge. I don’t think we communicated particularly well, but he understood nonetheless, and created doors that have become none other than objects of my love.
I leave you with this:
An open door says, “Come in.”
A shut door says, “Who are you?”
Shadows and ghosts go through shut doors.
If a door is shut and you want it shut,
why open it?
If a door is open and you want it open,
why shut it?
Doors forget but only doors know what it is
I love doors. They suggest so much promise.
ha ha ha…I’have seen these doors before…YES…..
They are so beautiful! But why paint over the beautiful metal work?
Because we wanted them to be monochromatic…it was the look we were after. Sorry you don’t like it. But we love it.
Didn’t say I didn’t like it… I just like the metal work too.
We love the metal work…you still get a sense of it…it’s just that when it was black it was too “strong” graphically…
when this project is done…..what next? there’s SO much satisfaction in seeing things come to life, become real. whew….