On the Daily Post blog, Cheri Lucas Rowlands has invited WordPress users to share photos of doors as part of a photo challenge. For a break from my usual subjects, I’m joining in with a repost from 2010, just because.
Doors, Cheri writes, can be a source of beauty in the mundane, and in this case I love how an old building with a certain mournful, dilapidated charm was briefly transformed by an anonymous street artist into something quite magical.
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Years ago a ballerina appeared on a door on Dominick Street in Galway, Ireland.
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Sadly, she’s not there any more.
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I think she clicked her heels three times…
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…and woke up somewhere else.
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Here’s the original post. I’ve changed the text slightly.
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Good morning/afternoon, Stan:
For some reason, both the ballerina (her pose, her sense of presence, her normality) and your wording (‘she woke up somewhere else”) resonated with me. I thought of many young women (and men) with dreams and fantasies who “woke up somewhere else.” Well, that’s certainly one way to start my day and week. (smile) Take care, and thanks for your varied and interesting posts.
Good evening, Vinetta. I found that the ballerina completely changed the tenor of the building and that part of the street. It’s a pity she didn’t stay around longer, but maybe she’ll wake up in Galway another day.
Covent Garden. Without a doubt.
XO
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I will take your word for it, WWW.
Beautiful! both the visual and your words.
You brought a smile to my face. Thank you for posting this.
My pleasure, Lyagushka. I wish I knew who to credit for the street art.
Ah yes, that’s the thing with street art. Those artists normally stay anonymous. (An interesting concept for me as an artist. Quite challenging!)