 What you do think this door would like to tell you? Do the vibrancy of the colours denote cheerfulness or a bright façade? What stories does it hold?
 door#28 (mixed media on canvas board) sold Gusts sweep through the blossoming trees like an arm that exists purely for gathering those pink petals. As it pauses momentarily, they make their escape and create a cerise and blancmange downpour, surprising the door so much that it flushes to match.
 Sunlight glitters on residual raindrops that rest on the leaves, lightly framing a door which wouldn't otherwise have caught the eye.
 Sometimes our surroundings collect memories and features of those living with and passing by them. So much so they start to resemble something we weren't expecting. What can you see peeking from the textures?
 Sometimes a personality becomes so used to melding with their surroundings they forget their own individual beauty.
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