Doors

 Decorating double-sided doors turns out to be not such a simple task. These were of oak, stood proud in a cultural institution for 50 years. Then, they fell into my hands - strong, dense, almost two and a half meters high and dry to a sound. They drank primer, paint and varnish like crazy. The plein-air mornings were cold, it rained by day, but the evenings wistfully elapsed with banter and wine. And so, two weeks of May passed. Starlings chirp, cuckoos caw, lilacs bloom, leaves tremble, the earth washed, my creative energy soaked into a pair of solid oak doors. I celebrate the joy of experience!