This is the first Anger Door I ever made, the one that started it all. True, I have only just finished my second one, but these doors take time.

I made this in the middle to the end of my high school years (about 2005-2007), and it's been sitting in my house ever since its completion. Some day I want to showcase the doors in a gallery, hanging them from the ceiling.

I decided to start painting abandoned doors as part of an attempt to turn my hurt and anger from a bad relationship, or negative situations, outward at an inanimate object instead of at an actual person, or at myself physically, or inward, towards myself emotionally.

This door has seen a lot of violence and battering. I threw things at it, slammed it with hammers, dug holes in it, set it on fire, scratched it with metal tools and my own fingernails, kicked it, punched it, and left it outside for days. And, of course, I painted it.

All this happens sporadically with the Anger Doors until I know I have finished expressing what I need to. The shapes and figures I see when I look at what I've created sometimes surprise and frighten me, but I know it's because I had to get them out of my head and heart.

Also I can tell I have improved as an artist when comparing my two doors, even though I wasn't originally doing this for art's sake, just my own.
And yes, my cat is in one of these shots. She decided she had to be there.

**PART TWO**

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