This is a project that’s been on the backburner for quite some time… which means I’ve had quite some time to think about it. When I studied abroad in 2009, I was struck (as anyone who travels inevitably is) by the beauty of my new environment. Being in Italy, I was surrounded by some of the most well known works of art in the world, the most lauded architecture, and of course breathtaking landscapes.
But outside of the galleries and monuments, I felt a certain intangible charm in the experience. Perhaps it was because I was seeing the world with fresh eyes, untainted by prior conceptions, but I found beauty in the most unlikely places. Even traditionally mundane objects became works of art in their own right. As these small details began to catch my eye, I became fixated on doors.
Aside from the pure aesthetic variety and understated elegance of the doors themselves, they became something more. Each one was a passageway. A story. An entire history of all those that had passed through. A static, enduring monument to memories long since forgotten.
Those doors which interested me most were the ones that had fallen prey to the unrelenting forces of time. Weather-worn and decaying, these portals bear the bittersweet burden that ultimately afflicts us all.