I have a rather massive collection of images, as you might expect of a guy with an art blog.
The largest category by far is doors and thresholds, with a count in the thousands. I don’t allow myself to collect them anymore, says the addict, because once I start looking, I find it very hard to stop. It’s as if every door led to itself, an endless Heisenberg state in which all things are possible at the turn of the knob.
A majestic door, like the wheel of fortune, is pregnant with a kind of pre-orgasmic tension. Our every hope and dream is inside. We can taste the future. And like a gambling addiction, the only way to keep that taste in our mouths is to keep opening, opening, opening.
Here are all the doors I’ve shared on social media over the last year or so.