I have always collected keys. As a youngster my Granny would give me the keys from the canned ham and I would pretend to lock and unlock the old fashioned doors in her house. As an adult they hold so much symbolism for me. One of my artist friends did a painting of a man in a cage, the door was locked and the key was hanging inside the cage... Wow.. talk about symbolism! Maybe we all have the key to unlock our prisons.
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