This is a painting inspired by my memory of my grandparents' house. It is part of a heritage series I am doing of old homes and architecture in the Mediterranean region where I grew up, which reflect a fusion of many ancient cultures and people. I like painting old architecture because it makes us feel we are part of a long history and connected to those who came before us. My grandfather built and shared this house with two other brothers and their families. It was bustling with life at some point before my time, when all the cousins sat around the same dinner table and even shared the same bed. As a child, my grandparent, my aunt, his nephew and his family were still living in it. I remember it full of life and open to visitors at any time of the day. The last time I saw it, it was deserted with only a few walls and doors still standing. I felt very sad. I tried to capture these nostalgic feelings in the old door, but didn't want the house deserted so I added grandma's slippers and cane (and her flower bed, of course). Your comments are welcome.