I just hung six interior doors at my sisters. I like hanging doors. There is some art to it, and it is a metaphor. I hung all six before I realized, these are not the solid wood frames my sister ordered, they are cheap trash composite. I will make it work, but really? This was a custom order. (My mistake too, a little out of practice contracting.)
Then we opened the bi-fold closet door boxes. Compressed MDF, sawdust compressed and glued. Two of the first three were too damaged to install. Didn't bother opening the other four.
They sent the wrong trim. The sent the doors a day early, we weren't ready. They didn't send all the doors.
Thanks for a beautiful reminder of a time when people truly cared about the built environment. Stunning, compared.
There is a type of Ancient door opening, that most are already familiar.
Perhaps, some more often, having walked through them, during days & times, long past.
I believe the first, is associated with possibly modern day Turkey or past Persian & Moorish past.
Lapis Lazuli Sears
Its Azured Sky,
Bejeweled Gem...
Within Gleaming Eyes.
This doorway, has no narrow way, but rather a concaved contour, toward passing passenger, hip high. And beast of burden.
These contours allow smooth entry of goods & wares, packed upon the beasts, riding sides.
*
NOW, for the other.
"Blessed are the poor
For they shall inherit The Earth
One is better to be poor
Than a fat man
In the Eye of a Needle
As these words were spoken
I swear I hear the old man laughing
What good is a used up world,
And how could it be worth having?
~ Sting
{All This Time, Versed, but Chapterless}
Now, IMAGINE, a poor countryside peopled by meager means, with a few animals for milk, hair, & meat. And companionship, I imagine.
They are friendly to one another, tho' to reduce the confusion & fuss, of animals gone wanderlust, they build rudimentary fencing, "composed" of standing sticks.
Let's imagine about three feet high.
But...
To distinguish The People's Gate, for walk way through, let's make the two side jambs seven feet high, vertical sticks, pointing Blue Sky Hue.
NOW...
Let's take those two tall tree limbs & join them in central fare & fair. Tie a knot, if you will.
Good collection... it's worthy of a photo project. And what a variety! The common element in the doors is they're all substantial, all secure. You're a talented writer and since the wedding we've found out you're pretty handy with a camera, too. ••• I hope to read your finished article on Paris Hilton. You provided a link to her documentary trailer/teaser, which I watched with fascination. I had no idea she is a "reform school" survivor. The media has always portrayed Paris as a shallow and aimless rich girl. What a lie that turned out to be. And your latest questions about the Anne Heche car crash are intriguing. As you learn more about Heche, I hope you'll share it with us. I'm an old Boomer whose bullshit shield has been up since the Gulf of Tonkin.
For whatever reason, I've never had much interest in visiting "Europe". But your door photos have touched me in a surprising way. This might be the first time I've *felt* the culture and history that other acquaintances have spoken of and tried to convey.
Love it! The creativity, the time spent, the craftsmanship, the precision, the pride. File under ‘the little yet amazing things most often taken for granted’
Thank you Celia for sharing Andalucia. I’ve always loved doors, especially the carved wood. These are so beautiful. It also warms my heart knowing you are filling up your soul ~ and ours🙏
Thank you for posting to show and remind us of other places, history and ways that are older, deeper, stronger and more lasting than whatever is ever changing in any present time.
My salutation in my previous letter was very presumtive in calling you my friend, and I am sorry if I mispoke and offended you. I guess after reading and agreeing with so much of what you post, I just consider you as a friend.
My friend Celia, thank you very much for these photos. I appreciate European architechture and the fact that Europeans also appreciate it by letting their old edifices stand instead of tearing them down at a certain age as is done in North America. I have not been to the Orient, but I suspect that they also preserve most of their old buildings.
Those beautiful images - those unique doors! - do make me happy just looking at them. Thank you for sharing.
I just hung six interior doors at my sisters. I like hanging doors. There is some art to it, and it is a metaphor. I hung all six before I realized, these are not the solid wood frames my sister ordered, they are cheap trash composite. I will make it work, but really? This was a custom order. (My mistake too, a little out of practice contracting.)
Then we opened the bi-fold closet door boxes. Compressed MDF, sawdust compressed and glued. Two of the first three were too damaged to install. Didn't bother opening the other four.
They sent the wrong trim. The sent the doors a day early, we weren't ready. They didn't send all the doors.
Thanks for a beautiful reminder of a time when people truly cared about the built environment. Stunning, compared.
Pictured Words
Of Dual Harmony,
Bear Witness
To Arched Revelry.
Wood & Metal
& Hinged Swinging,
Colour The Vast
Openings.
Brick Path & Stoned
Walk-Way Bound
Carry The Soul
To Be Found.
Arching & Squaring
Rectangular To Sound
MedalLioned On Bridge
Ports, Under Tree. Mounds.
Open & Closed
In Time's InterPosed
Brings One To Mind
Of Treasure To Find...
2 DOORS OF ENTRY
There is a type of Ancient door opening, that most are already familiar.
Perhaps, some more often, having walked through them, during days & times, long past.
I believe the first, is associated with possibly modern day Turkey or past Persian & Moorish past.
Lapis Lazuli Sears
Its Azured Sky,
Bejeweled Gem...
Within Gleaming Eyes.
This doorway, has no narrow way, but rather a concaved contour, toward passing passenger, hip high. And beast of burden.
These contours allow smooth entry of goods & wares, packed upon the beasts, riding sides.
*
NOW, for the other.
"Blessed are the poor
For they shall inherit The Earth
One is better to be poor
Than a fat man
In the Eye of a Needle
As these words were spoken
I swear I hear the old man laughing
What good is a used up world,
And how could it be worth having?
~ Sting
{All This Time, Versed, but Chapterless}
Now, IMAGINE, a poor countryside peopled by meager means, with a few animals for milk, hair, & meat. And companionship, I imagine.
They are friendly to one another, tho' to reduce the confusion & fuss, of animals gone wanderlust, they build rudimentary fencing, "composed" of standing sticks.
Let's imagine about three feet high.
But...
To distinguish The People's Gate, for walk way through, let's make the two side jambs seven feet high, vertical sticks, pointing Blue Sky Hue.
NOW...
Let's take those two tall tree limbs & join them in central fare & fair. Tie a knot, if you will.
NOW AGAIN,
STEP BACK
AND PERUSE
THE FINAL BUILDING SCENE...
And there,
In Air,
All too bare...
IS THE EYE OF THE NEEDLE.
I love looking at these and wondering about all the people who passed through them and what their "stories" are/were.
Stunning! They’re like a long, sweet sigh of relief. Thank you for sharing, Celia.
Coffe table book?
Oh Celia, how you stir up the wanderlust in me!
Good collection... it's worthy of a photo project. And what a variety! The common element in the doors is they're all substantial, all secure. You're a talented writer and since the wedding we've found out you're pretty handy with a camera, too. ••• I hope to read your finished article on Paris Hilton. You provided a link to her documentary trailer/teaser, which I watched with fascination. I had no idea she is a "reform school" survivor. The media has always portrayed Paris as a shallow and aimless rich girl. What a lie that turned out to be. And your latest questions about the Anne Heche car crash are intriguing. As you learn more about Heche, I hope you'll share it with us. I'm an old Boomer whose bullshit shield has been up since the Gulf of Tonkin.
For whatever reason, I've never had much interest in visiting "Europe". But your door photos have touched me in a surprising way. This might be the first time I've *felt* the culture and history that other acquaintances have spoken of and tried to convey.
Love it! The creativity, the time spent, the craftsmanship, the precision, the pride. File under ‘the little yet amazing things most often taken for granted’
P.S- I’m all for the coffee table book 🙂👍
Thank you Celia for sharing Andalucia. I’ve always loved doors, especially the carved wood. These are so beautiful. It also warms my heart knowing you are filling up your soul ~ and ours🙏
Knock, knock! 👋
Thank you for posting to show and remind us of other places, history and ways that are older, deeper, stronger and more lasting than whatever is ever changing in any present time.
My salutation in my previous letter was very presumtive in calling you my friend, and I am sorry if I mispoke and offended you. I guess after reading and agreeing with so much of what you post, I just consider you as a friend.
My friend Celia, thank you very much for these photos. I appreciate European architechture and the fact that Europeans also appreciate it by letting their old edifices stand instead of tearing them down at a certain age as is done in North America. I have not been to the Orient, but I suspect that they also preserve most of their old buildings.