Story: The door has been shut for as long as I can remember, the rooms that lie beyond it and all they hold closed off to me. I have tried to gain access on numerous occasions, but my humble requests have been ignored and rebuffed by turns. I am not welcome: that much is clear. But now I feel no need to be polite. I may not be welcome, but I know those rooms hold my future, and thus far my time has been wasted. So I have dressed as if I belong inside, and I intend to act as if I belong inside. I do belong inside, and I shall not apologise for who I am. I do not knock this time, but simply try the door handle. The door creaks a little as I push it open. Perhaps it was never locked after all. Maybe it was always up to me to let myself in. I am sure I will be greeted by anger. Ah well, those who think they own this world will have to get used to my presence. This is my place, and I plan to stay for a while.
Media: Acrylic and mixed media
Surface: Box canvas
Size: 15cm x 21cm x 1.5cm [depth]; 5.91" x 8.27" x 0.59" [depth]
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