Large, imposing doors conjure up images of secure, dank prisons or dungeons. While working on my piece I kept thinking of the few infamous prisons I had heard of. The Bastille doors in Paris would have been much bigger than my final effort, so I named it Alcatraz doors as they were the right size, and of course, equally well known.
Old teabags became the walls and bricks of the building. The first ‘door’ was rejected as it was too small but I then used it for the label, at the back. Purple organza and netting scraps were used to bring depth, the shadows. I kept jotting down ideas on my ‘design paper’ as I went along, using some and rejecting others. Found 2 circular washers for the door handles. Applied Oil Pastels on the doors to give them an aged look. Couldn’t resist embroidering some grasses and leaves as they definitely start growing on these old walls.
The hardest part was finding the picture of a door I felt I could recreate in fabric.
Many years ago I made this wall hanging of a Zanzibari door for an exhibition in Cape Town, where it was bought and sent to England as a present.
Enjoy,
Allison.