Was this house the road to paradise?
Strangely enough, that was the name of the street it stood on.

I say stood, because it's gone now—demolished to make way for something new. The handmade tiles, the time-worn charm—lost.

A local once shared the story of a family who lived there.
The father worked in Basel’s red-light district, and when their daughter came of age, he led her into the same life.
She later married one of his clients, had children, and eventually returned to Basel after he left her. The house was sold, then quickly torn down.
Not long after, she passed away.

I painted it before I knew any of this.

It’s a quiet portrait of a vanished place, full of untold lives.
Stretched by hand on European linen and prepared with care, the painting will arrive safely wrapped and ready to frame.

And when you look at it, maybe you’ll find yourself wondering who once looked out those windows.