The house has been a subject that has attracted my attention, especially those that we leave behind or that ceased to exist, since they are part of a personal history, whether as an institution, an emotional place or a physical space. For some reason, which may have to do with a deep instinct, we refuse to let their memories die. However, time is slowly covering the vestiges and, after each generation, there will be less to tell. For this reason, I decide to place a door on the few traces left by a house, right in the place where the yellow and blue tiles mark the boundary with the sidewalk, evidencing the threshold between a public and a private space.

The name of the work was taken from a text of a play, inspired by a press photograph of a man displaced by violence, carrying a door on his back: the only thing he had left of his home. This approach led me to explore the placement of the door in an open landscape.