View on OpenSea
In the midst of a wildflower meadow stands door 286, solitary and seemingly disconnected from any structure. Its surface, weathered and peeling, tells a story of age and exposure to the elements, hinting at a history long since forgotten. The door’s faded green is a complement to the golden hues of the flowers that surround it, and the path leading up to it is a subtle invitation, a worn trail through the blooms. Above, the sky is a canvas of brooding clouds and soft light, casting the scene in a dreamlike ambience. This door, with no walls to contain it, offers a surreal question to the landscape, a paradoxical portal that might just open to another place or time entirely.