Sebastian C. Varghese

Entrances transport life into another space, into another rhythm. They are more than just doors or thresholds. Freeway entrances, sliding doors and open gates are magical portals. Revolving doors are unique. Their centrifugal force facilitates the act of both finite and infinite entry. Every passage into space, whether it is public or private, literal or figurative, demands the process of 'passing' through a portal.

Some thresholds are narrow and painfully hard while others are effortless and even blissful. Whatever the preconditions the passage through evokes a sense of transformation. Some entrances are like valves; open only to a one-way flow. The point of no return is de-marked by the blurring of the entrance and the exit. Layers and layers of the past are dropped at the threshold. It is a demarcation not unlike an ancient Hermes or a pile of stones that serves as a boundary marker for the passing traveler. Entrances open and close. The seemingly half-closed ones are the half-opened ones too. It depends on the frame of reference. Everyone is in transit. No one enters the same conditions of space twice. As the colors of life reflect in the wet streets of flashing time, metro-entrances are the cathedrals of hope for pilgrims and dwellers alike.

An open entrance frames the view like a window. Painting is a peek to the other side of what we see before us. Anyone who blinks at the 'now' will miss this portal. Two views exist; 'to enter or not to enter?' or 'who is entering?' Context will decide. But the entrance, the passage and the possibility are always there.

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