New DOORS! "Jeux de mains, jeux de villains"

New Doors!!

From J'adoor!

The whole door. The middle is a piece of bamboo with a bundle of dried bones attached - and with 2 dried and starched seagull heads at each extremity. None of them is Jonathan Livingston Seagull - but they might be his grandchildren...

From J'adoor!

African Which doctor amidsts a background of checkered flying saucers

From J'adoor!

Strange Tim Burton-esque victorian era type doll face which Sioux face painting? Thread bobby as a face on a background of 'mikado' sticks.

From J'adoor!

Please don't flag this as "objectionable content" it's actually art. And old black and white photo (taken by Franklin Amzallag in the 60s) and that same Sioux victorian era dolls four hands trying to a) protect the women b) molest her c) insert other idea here.
And all this framed by dominos and a scalpel. Charming...

From J'adoor!

Old fabric from a 70s era pillow - appearantly being used as the skin/body/frame of teeth, an old dried up turtle head (yes, it is), and pieces of a piano (the pieces that hit the chord to make the noice when you press a key down) fanning out around th macabre dried up turtle piece like a lovely musical butterfly. From a dead piano.

5 more doors to be showcased ASAP -- stay tuned... aah no pun intented.

Portes Épiques

Of course, this is not how one is supposed to write "adore". But my father could never resist a good pun. Or any pun for that matter...

An other thing he could never resist was showing off his awesome art... So you could imagine my surprise when upon his retirement around the age of 54 -- he wasn't even considering showing his doors let alone selling them !!

(he's now made about 40 over the span of 35 years)


To all those who might have had the chance of passing by one of his 3 houses in Montreal, St-Germain-en-Laye, or Truro (Quebec, Yvelines and Massachusetts* respectively) then by all means invite your friends to come take a look !

The rest of you can just sit tight.

Now... where was I? ...Right.

While all the walls are scattered with his own artistic black and white photography of nude women (who may or may not have been ex's too... "O-M-G no WAY!"), creatively designed family photos and random antique artifacts & ephemera, the real sticking points for visitors were always the doors.


Can you picture a wrinkly wombat wearing a miniature football jersey, way-farer ray-bans, and a straw stetson hat on stilts?

Well .. neither can I but I thought we could try.

Then picture a collage of African Dada-like Native-American FOLK Art framed in a big wooden door... Assembled in the mind of a deeply disturbed French-Moroccan Canadian immigrant.

...Yes, well I liked the wombat too.