I found this old door lying on its side on the front porch of a metal working factory.
It is, no doubt, an antique. Its days of function have ended. From its heavy construction and decoration, we might assume that it once hung in a palace or fortress – one of Morocco’s many kasbahs, perhaps. The more we look at it, resplendent in color and resting near a patch of green grass, the more we might imagine who passed through it, who it allowed in and who it kept out. It is the kind of image that asks many questions, and gives few answers. I leave those answers to the viewer’s imaginations.