I made the keys first. They were easier. Then each one needed a keyhole and escutcheon and set of doorknobs or handles to match, ranging from simple to ornate.

Victorian and Art Deco and others of my own stylistic invention.

Each one unique.

Each one correlating to a different place.

A different time.

Made to unlock and open into their own worlds.

I could go anywhere.

If I had a door.

About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.

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