(Photo copyright: Rich Voza)
I stand back and admire my sculptures, Three Doors: Past, Present, Future. Each stands firmly in space; a solitary object, yet part of an integrated whole.
I’ve chosen white, the pallor of death, for Past. The door has seven panels: three large ones represent the birth, life and death of an individual; four smaller ones: family; education; employment; social relationships.
Blue, the color of hope, covers Present. Bottom panels for lives partially lived; an open window for what’s to come.
Future? Red. Smoke-tinged. The colors of Revolution.
My friends and I, we are patient. We are organized. We are the Future.
(Written for Friday Fictioneers, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, September 27, 2013.)
vb's reverbs 
Hey, don’t pass this sculpture around on the net. If the commissioners of the City of Miami see it they will pay $3 million for it just like they shelled out $800 million for a baseball stadium. All at the expense of cutting social services for the most needy in our community, (children and homeless included).
Last I heard, our sculptor was on the next plane for Miami to pick up that 3 mil–he has a revolution to finance, you know.
Well thought out vb, enjoyed it.
Thanks, Sandra–Welcome back to terra firma and the the joys of instant communication.
Dear VB,
Sandra nailed it. I like the writing. At present the future is not what it used to be.
Aloha,
Doug
Thanks, Doug–like your observation…droll.
Dear VB,
I’ll take what’s behind the Blue Door, Monty. Nice writing. Lots to think about.
shalom,
Rochelle
It’s yours, Rochelle–glad to oblige. Thanks for stopping by.
Excellent. 🙂
What a wonderful word, Yarnspinnerr. Many, many thanks.
This is lovely and rich with deep themes – just the way I love them 🙂
Many thanks, Eric–high praise, indeed.
I like the details of this, of how you attached the panels of the door for the past. And the red for revolution in the future made me wonder what the narrator and his friends are planning. A neat way to end the story, with dropping this seed of suggestion.
Thanks, Zooky. When I looked at the red door, with its grey “smudges”, I was reminded of “Les Miz”–ergo the progression to revolution. The reference to each sculpture being a self-contained whole while also also functioning as part of a group, reminded me of the current suicide warfare where an individual is a member of a cell yet executes his/her mission alone.
This is perfect.. are you an art-critic? to find such deep symbolism in those doors is a great idea… love what you did here.
In a past incarnation, I was an artist, a gallery owner and a very poor salesman–therefore, no longer in the business of art; simply enjoy it today. Thanks for taking the time to read into my observations.
Nice work. Thought-provoking story.