{ THERE ARE DOORS, AND THEN, THERE ARE DOORS }

…the east elevation of the Baptistery in Florence is adorned by grand bronze doors.  twenty-seven years-in-the-making, the doors consist of ten panels sculpted in great detail to brilliantly depict scenes from the Old Testament.  they have withstood the test of time, natural catastrophes, vandalism, and war.  they are a masterpiece of the Italian Renaissance, which Michelangelo dubbed the “gates of paradise”… 

…six thousand, two-hundred, and fifty-five miles from there, in a non-descript street of the Tacubaya neighborhood in Mexico City there is large wooden door which conceals an architectural masterpiece.  mounted on an off-set pivot, the door opens to reveal a unique arrangement of spaces, colors, and light, designed to evoke an explosion of the senses and simultaneously poetic serenity and reverence…

…and not far from here, there is a door made of a single coral block weighing nine tons.  at 80 inches wide, 92 inches tall, and 21 inches thick, the door’s balance is so perfect, it pivots with the light touch of a finger.  designed and constructed single-handedly by a man in love, the door is a marvel of modern engineering…

…our door is not like those doors.  it’s not biblical, magical, or mysterious.  It’s not even red [not yet].  our door is better than those doors; simply because it’s ours.  it will safeguard our hopes and dreams, hide our fears, hear us laugh and cry, and witness unforgettable moments.  because of this, it is the true protagonist of this blog.  welcome to our [soon to be] red door...