What happened while I wasn’t looking?
Suddenly my whole family are selling shoes.
I don’t much like shoes.
I don’t mind my feet.
They are flat and fat and hairy and strange. They keep me from falling over (most of the time) and they are a good endpoint for my legs. Unfortunately most shoes make them hurt or blister or smell.
Mine are feet for wiggling in the sand not mincing 6 inches from the ground.
My feet make it hard to understand the vocational choices around me.
But, ugly and proud up on their podium, these odd feet-shoes celebrate the gumption and nerve needed to pursue something new.
This work has been short-listed in the upcoming Togart 10 Contemporary Art Award.
Photos by Erica Lauthier