Of course I know that I did a post about painted doors a few years ago.
But: my style has changed significantly. My productions values have changed greatly. I have more photos. I have a broader vision. I occasionally break my own rules.
So let’s just forget about what has come before and focus on our joy of doors here. I will start with the scope of what I did before – but better. Exterior doors.
Lovely, no? Let’s go with one non-residential:
How about doors as concepts, as fences or yard art?
One change since the early days – I will go inside when asked to go inside – and I will show photos of things that are not within my original scope of being visible from the street, public path, or alley.
Here are a few of the interior doors I have seen – they should inspire you.
A stunt door – a tromp l’oeil revolving-painted-bookcase door in Leonard Pitt’s North Berkeley house.
Stefen painted this mural on the door of the Audubon Society.
From Kingman Hall:
And from Kingman’s big sibling, Cloyne Hall:
A last door –
The restroom door from the Med. The Med is closed. I doubt that this wonderful painted door survives. But we had it with us.
Doors! They are a great metaphor, are they not? A door closes, another door opens. You think that a door is locked but you learn that it is not. Etc.
My friend flipped through the photos in this post. He said, “I don’t think I can go painted door and keep within my Danish modern concept.” I agreed.
“Dig the door metaphors. How about this – she’s at the door. Rings doorbell. It doesn’t ring. He doesn’t know she’s there. She leaves. What might have been will not be.”
Well, yes, that’s a metaphor indeed. I suspicioned that this had happened to him. If he wants to tell me the story, he will. But – my friend – what about the new and improved door post?
Love the door post. I’ve always had an affinity for doors. I currently have a date book that features them. May your doors always open!
What’s the Huxley line about doors of perception and why am I always a door mat?
If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro’ narrow chinks of his cavern.