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The doors

There are six doors in my house. Do I need six doors? Of course not. I mostly use three or four, the front door, the patio door, my bedroom door and the upstairs door after sauna to the rooftop balcony. My father sealed the big atelier double doors when he stopped sculpting big monuments and he was very sensitive for cold in his old days. I'd love to open it. It would be great to go in and out from every room during the summer.

There are always many doors in my father's houses, even his tiny little summer cottage has three. I think he needed to be sure that there was always an escape route. During the war he served as a commando in a pioneering squad and got wounded seriously a couple of times so being a bit paranoid is his second nature. He hates the feeling of being surrounded.

It's easy to use all the doors nowadays since I've changed the locks so that one key has access to all of them. It used to be a disaster trying to keep track on which key goes to which door and finding them all before leaving the house.

                  The front door. Opposite of it is the workshop where my father casted his bronze.

                                              My door decoration changes by season.

The doorbell is a bronze lion knocker. Since 1970 it has welcomed everybody with a high loud sound.

The relief is a detail draft of a wooden mosaic altarpiece for a church 

When I got this house, I was going to paint all the doors with a bright blueberry shade but now I'm glad I never did. It's always been black with the verdigris of time, work and people.

My keychain weighs almost half a kilo! When I'm at home the doors are open. Whenever someone uninvited approaches the house, Jeppe and Vili, two Norwich terriers take cake of the alarming so I don't have to rely on just my chinese good luck coin hanging on my keychain.  

Every door used to have a key of their own with a wooden label crafted by my father. Some of them had no name on. They had a certain hanging order by the door side. I always mixed them up so I finally changed the locks. Now there is only one key to all the doors.

My bedroom door leading to a small patio is luxury for me.

This is the one of the "blind points" in this house. The tall double doors are heavily nailed by my father. I'm planning on opening them up again.

 All the pictures and paintings on the doors are randomly picked. One day I'll arrange all the paintings and pictures in the house properly.  

The patiodoor - a personal gateway for the dogs.