No Ordinary Door

During the pandemic I had plenty of time to stay indoors and think. One of the things I thought about was that I wish it didn't look so likely I'll be living in this tiny room for the rest of my days. 

Then a friend of mine who is both an artist and historical researcher --stellar for both --let it be known that he could decorate interior cabinets and woodwork with his artwork at an hourly rate. We talked and I stripped my bathroom door and then sanded, patched, and primed its front.

I sent photographs of my cats, both living and dead, to Justin Duerr, who also happened to be one of my fellow human guinea pigs in the 1990s (then a grand subject of mine, and the origin of my blipfoto account name). All else was in the artist's hands. That's Laura Earle at the top, then my beloved Carlo, and second from the bottom is Max. I re-hung the door with the brass polished and a black knob.

This is the Door of Duerr, indicating that Cats Are Godlets which is the full text of my religious beliefs.

Next in the art queue is my old Spanish Mauser that was dropped on the ground by a Republican fighter at some point during the Battle of Madrid in 1936. I'll tell more about it later, but I'll be mounting the gun on hooks & a backboard, and Justin is to paint both rack and rifle with the scabbard of its bayonet. It's not a rare or very valuable item, so the artwork will improve the gift I received some 25 years ago from a departed close friend.

There you have it.