November 15, 2016
I have a collection of shoes gathered over the course of many years from around the world. They are exotic, beautiful, charming, odd. That is part of their appeal, but they have a deeper meaning for me. They are a reminder that man was, originally, a walker. Long before he settled in the Fertile Crescent and began domesticating plants and animals, long before he built dwellings anchored in the earth, long before he began HIS collections – of things and of money – he moved from pasture to pasture, from highland to lowland, across sand and snow, hunting, gathering and, eventually, herding, leaving nigh a footprint on the land.
The Nomad, Rimbaud’s man with soles of wind; the Traveler, restless and curious, devouring the earth.