I wanted to capture it. Its secrets. Curious about what was behind.
One day I took the blue and the black ink pens.
But staied frustrated.
Wanted to capture the FEELING that there was a secret over it.
How come?
Few days later, tried to add colors on my first sketch.
Felt I missed it...
Because I was lazy to draw another one, because I wanted a final first drawing.
Old door staied closed, keeping its secret.
Have to come back again, again, again...
Maybe that's its secret:
TO PRACTICE, over and over, without caring about reaching any achieved point.
What is behing is not important.
'Cause this old Door has obviously no end...
