Last weekend it was a tiny bone hand, yesterday three mystery shoes. My dear friend Todd J. witnessed the entirety of The Shoe Story, so if this sounds like the ramblings of a loon, you can verify with him. The first one appeared at my middle school. Just a little lonely green shoe, stuck outside a locker. Waiting, wanting, curious perhaps. I saw it on the floor as we walked down the music hallway. We came to school on saturday to get a few things from my classroom. I am leaving my teaching position in middle school to move to a high school in the fall. I thought the shoe was poignant and a little sad.
Middle School Shoe
After clearing out a car load of things (and there will be more sessions for clearing out, but not until early July) we headed over to Belltown to the Form/Space Atelier run by Paul Pauper. He gave us a tour of the show and then we visited The Underground, a fabulous venue for The Punk Rock Flea Market and various other shows. It was there that I saw this little blue shoe hanging from the latch to the back door. Odd, lovely still life, and it’s curious visual similarity to the first shoe, left me wandering, is this a sign?
Blue Belltown Shoe
Then a bit later, we’re in Georgetown for Art Attack, the super-great 2nd Saturday Art Walk in the heart of the Georgetown neighborhood of Seattle. Now, the third shoe was even more mysterious. When I saw it, I knew this had to be about something. Three little lonely shoes in one day? This one was high up on a pole, on a nail, that pierced a book onto a phone pole. A little black Converse, hanging in the air. Todd lifted me onto his shoulders to snap the photo. What could all the shoes mean?
Black Georgetown Shoe
all images taken with my cellphone.