The Red Door

Maria made this painting for me, an inspiration from some photos of when I was little. Not only is it beautiful, it's accurate- It captures the essence of my childhood so spot on.

My sister and I lived in an imaginary world, inside a playhouse my dad made for us from a crate. It was black and white, had a functioning door bell and a red door. With a backpack full of my own makeshift spy gear and a notebook, it was there where I first began to document the way I saw the world.