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The background is abstract, featuring a muted, spectacular palette of fused tones with a metallic sheen: black and steel gray, with layers of scuffs, scratches, and a leaden patina, and small flecks of gold and silver. Against this background, in the center, depict a narrow, two-dimensional, open purple door (color #6207d9), on either side of the door, from the outside, covering the wall, stand enormous, terrifying, gigantic hogweed plants—Heracleum sosnowskyi—with black stems, lined up like a forest on black, scorched earth, amid the ashes. Standing near the purple door is a young, slender woman with disheveled, flowing hair, wearing a lilac-colored dress (#986dc9). In one hand she holds a paintbrush from which purple paint is dripping, and with one foot she is stepping through the door, beyond which a beautiful, serene landscape unfolds: a meadow of purple bellflowers (#7202f2), zigzagging into the distance toward the horizon. A stunning mixed-media painting, created using acrylic paints, metallic pigments, various types of charcoal, and oil pastels in a style reminiscent of Peter Kemp, Brooke Shaden, Erica Hopper, Wolfgang Paalen and Sally Storch.
"The Purple Door" - Rozalén - La Puerta Violeta
https://youtu.be/gYyKuLV8A_c?si=AaNEkxiCio7fsZla
"A sad girl in the mirror
Looks at me cautiously and doesn't want to talk
There's a gray monster in the kitchen
That breaks everything, that doesn't stop screaming
I have a hand on my neck that subtly
Prevents me from breathing
A blindfold covers my eyes
I can smell the fear approaching
I have a knot in the strings that dirties my voice when singing
I have a guilt that tightens me
It rests on my shoulders and makes it hard to walk
But, I drew a purple door on the wall
And upon entering, I freed myself, like a ship's sail unfolds
I woke up in a green meadow, far away from here
I ran, I screamed, I laughed
I know what I don't want, now I am safe..." (https://www.letras.com/)
Behind every wall lies a separate story. Behind every wall lie pain and problems. Behind the wall lie suffering, fear, pain, a heavy burden, a sense of guilt… Not to mention the troubled world. But we continue to live… I hope that everyone who doesn’t know how to free themselves from the grey monster will find their own purple door… and… not be afraid to open it…