I know I’m not alone in being captivated by beautiful doors.
They say something.
It’s not just bold paint, calling out to us, though the bright colors are eye-catching.
Maybe it’s the attention to detail. It says, someone cared enough to create beauty here at a threshold, in a shared space.
There’s a generosity inherent in beautiful doors. It says, I didn’t seclude all my artistry, didn’t hide it away for just the few. Here, enjoy!
A door presents public space and private space along with the suggestion that the same intention and attention will have been given to the interior as was given to the exterior.
A beautiful door speaks of possibility, but so does a non-descript door. Just possibility of a different kind.
In a few days I’ll post a story that involves some doors and what they say/what we see when paying attention.
Some seem capable of telling their own stories… I wonder, do you know of any stories in which a door is a prominent character?