Portals

I’d been attempting to visually conceptualize what a portal means to me. A portal is defined as ‘a doorway, gate, or other entrance, especially a large and imposing one.’ But can’t a portal be something as simple as a decision? What about a new beginning? What about death? Birth? Can a portal be defined as door to get to a place where you go to meet the ‘gods’?

Native peoples thought you could get to this other world using doors and gateways. Ancient Peruvian legend speaks of a door that is located near Lake Titicaca. This door is said will one day open and welcome the creator gods and all will be in awe. In nearby mountainous region of Hayu Brand, the mysterious “Gate of the Gods” has been found. This gate was discovered by a local tour guide who claimed that when he first saw the structure, he realized that he’s been dreaming about it long before seeing it in person. The original structure stands at 6 feet and has a small indent in the stone right in the middle, where stories say a metallic disk, almost like a ‘key’, was inserted into it to activate the door.

I wanted my work to be a visual study of what I thought a portal looked like or what it could look like.

My own life can be used as an example of how one decision shaped the road that I am on now. One day I went snowboard with a few friends that I wasn’t very close to, some I didn’t even know. I was 18 and looking for a possible new job that could give me more money and hours. When we were done with the day and snowboarding we were all talking and the conversation of where we all work came up and this girl that I didn’t know told me about her job at a catering hall that’s very fun and gives a lot of hours and pays a lot and she told me to apply that everyone that applies gets hired. Lo and behold, a couple of weeks passed with the thought in my head and I went to go apply and I got the job! If I hadn’t gotten that job, I wouldn’t have met my current partner now, who wouldn’t have encouraged me to go back to school (Queens College) and by extension, I wouldn’t have done any of the things that Queens College has given me the opportunity to do, such as teach in Vietnam and volunteer in Puerto Rico. But this always gets me to thinking, what if I didn’t go snowboarding that day with some random people? Or what if I just let the thought sit in my head and didn’t take the other job? Where is that version of myself? Do all the different paths lead the same way or would that other version of me be somewhere else?