In an old neighbourhood forgotten by time stood an aged red door, covered with delicate handmade patterns like intertwined flowers and the lines of a palm. It led not to a home, but to a silent, crumbling back wall, opening onto nothing.
Yet it remained firmly closed, neither opened nor knocked upon. Everyone who looked at the painting sensed something behind it: a memory, a secret, perhaps an unfinished dream. Behind it lay hidden wartime letters that were never allowed to be read, or never opened.
Year created: 2015
Weight: 5.1 kg
Materials: Canvas, mixed media and acrylic.