24" x 24" (61.0cm x 61.0cm)
oil on canvas
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"Why don't you just throw out the shoes and use the boxes?" Poor Pop. Big Wal just couldn't help himself. He'd make that comment every time I got a new pair of shoes and being the dutiful daughter I was, I always laughed heartily for him. (I took the starch out of his imposing parental mystique by calling him Big Wally.) He was tall and sometimes very dark and very angry, however, being his only daughter, I somehow got away with my somewhat casual nickname.
Digressing. Back to the shoes. As an adolescent, each time they bought me shoes, my feet were growing at such an alarming rate, Big Wal surmised the boxes might prove to be a better fit, not to mention providing a much needed rest for his weary wallet. My feet, however, finally did stop growing, at size 10, much to everyone's relief. I thought it was neat. I was 10 and so were my feet, although I was haunted by the possibility of their size matching my age with each approaching birthday. But, happily, I had recently read a article listing the shoe sizes of various and sundry celebrities and I was, I reckoned, in very good company.
Of course, now, as we all know, being a, shall we say, somewhat mature adult, my feet have begun growing again. I have no comment on their present size.
"Paint your chucks!" was Diana's rally cry for this month's challenge. Wonderful subjects! Thank you Ms. Botkin! My only problem was finding mine. It was years ago. I'd just seen Rainman and thought Tom Cruise's squeeze in the movie was adorably sexy in her high top sneakers. I bought them but somehow adorably sexy didn't translate. I looked like a suburban woman in a pair of red sneakers. I was undaunted and happily, I still love me some high tops.
Not wanting to tempt fate and get an early start, I painted my canvas black this past Sunday evening, turned up the heat downstairs and closed it off in the hottest room in the house with my 20th Century Fox wind machine, cleverly disguised as a fan, keeping the air briskly circulating about the wet surface. And subsequently, when I began painting the next day, I had so little time to complete it before forwarding it on to my challenge mates, I was forced to paint rather quickly. This was a good thing. I began to see the difference between rendering and creating...again. Still haunted by the belief that chops make the artist, I again got a much needed glimpse into the process of the artist I long to be. I plan to make much need visits to that vision as often as I possibly can. And yes, I know, you've heard that all before. Baby steps.
And now, without further prattling, savor these sneakers.....
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