Before the colors for the restoration project could be mixed, they first had to be grinded on the roller; I mixed them with extra care, for they should be worthy of an artist; an artist with a sense of colour, love and the art of living.
"With my fingers, I made a
stripe of each color, as a reminder of this particular task"
Before the colors were sent away, they were immortalized on the door until my first mixing room. With my fingers, I made a stripe of each color, as a reminder of this particular task. When I sold the house a few years later, I could not bear to paint the door over, as it also contains colors from many other speciel projects. Fortunately, the new owners fell so in love with the door that they left it as it is and today it still stands perfectly with all my color memories.