Lucy W
A story inspired by the photo below: 'Black Shoes on Blue Tarp, Kira Road, Kampala, Uganda' 2004 by photographer Zoe Leonard
Carriers of the Storymakers
Everything holds a story. A story of the past; a story of the future. I love these stories. They are my life. They make me feel wholesome once more. Shoes are my favourite, oh, the tales they tell me. That is why I work with shoes – the carriers of the storymakers. Soft, leather tootlets used for hunting; used for dance. Used no more.
You can tell a lot about someone just by the shoes they wear. Sport-lovers wear tennis shoes; city ladies wear high heels; tough people wear sturdy boots. People like me don’t wear any. I can’t let my story escape into the world where anyone may read it. My shoes tell too much about my past which cannot go past my shop door.
I stare at the neat, tissue-stuffed piles of shoes before me. The life stories of thousands a fingertip away. I touch a pair of plaid boots, fur around the top, thick industrial laces. I don’t know what colour they are because I cannot see. I am blind.
Lucy W
Everything holds a story. A story of the past; a story of the future. I love these stories. They are my life. They make me feel wholesome once more. Shoes are my favourite, oh, the tales they tell me. That is why I work with shoes – the carriers of the storymakers. Soft, leather tootlets used for hunting; used for dance. Used no more.
You can tell a lot about someone just by the shoes they wear. Sport-lovers wear tennis shoes; city ladies wear high heels; tough people wear sturdy boots. People like me don’t wear any. I can’t let my story escape into the world where anyone may read it. My shoes tell too much about my past which cannot go past my shop door.
I stare at the neat, tissue-stuffed piles of shoes before me. The life stories of thousands a fingertip away. I touch a pair of plaid boots, fur around the top, thick industrial laces. I don’t know what colour they are because I cannot see. I am blind.
Lucy W
