'New Shoes' - study
oil on board 8" x 8"
When we were little and the long, hot summer holidays were within a hair's breadth of ending, there was one pleasure left for us children to look forward to before the new term began and that was the annual outing en famille to the school outfitters to be clothed and then shod at the shoe shop opposite.
There's something special about having a new pair of shoes; smooth un-scuffed leather, shiny silver buckles and pristine never-walked upon-this-Earth, soles, all neatly tucked up in a blanket of crisp tissue and housed in their own box.
After a couple of days of rough and tumble on the playground, scuffing against concrete-hard tarmac and rippled bricks, the novelty soon wore off. From then on in it was was a case of repairing the ravages of the day by sitting down with them for a regular spit and polish.
My father, having been in the army, was a stickler for clean shoes and there seemed to be a regular round of shoe cleaning taking place in our home on a daily basis. They were then placed in a neat row in the hallway awaiting their various owners to claim them in the morning.
I have little pairs of children's shoes dotted about my home as objet d'art. They have a beauty all of their own made even more unique when you can feel and see the shape of the child's foot embedded in the leather for eternity.
And what was today's challenge? It was basically to produce a painting of some description before the bewitching hour!
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