Evening Mirror
I was able to rescue three doors from a remodel of an Italian restaurant in my former hometown of Jacksonville. This presented the unique opportunity to get a little more experimental with recovered doors (as they generally end up being table tops). It was indeed a member of the female population in that good city who inspired me by observing the unusual absense of reflections in my house. Thus, a mirror was born, and I then had the unforturnate possibility of seeing myself at anytime when around the house.
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