Doors beginning to open
I love these brilliantly coloured doors. The mad mix of colour from the layers of paint that have covered over one another over the course of years; the earlier colours breaking through the later ones without losing brilliance; evidence that something aged and battered can be far more beautiful than something brand new and pristine.
And I love the hint of promise: the light under the doors, the fact that they are just beginning to open.
This one's for me, and it's for my friend Paul, and it's for anyone else who is feeling a bit shut in and wondering if the doors will ever open again…




Oh dear… I should be more careful when I rant in public