It came to me again in the dark. I saw the picture frame from a piece of fabric I’ve had for so long. I used some of it on my Solstice quilt. Drapes from the 1950’s or 60’s. But I saw the picture frame hanging just above the kitchen and below the flying checkered birds on my latest wall hanging.
The frame was empty, but when I got into my studio this morning I knew my pink boots wanted to fill it.
Those boots are a part of my visual vocabulary. I started drawing them years ago in red and pink. My personal symbol of feminine strength. I’ve been wearing my own version of those red boots since High School. They’re as much a part of my life as my art.
And now they showed up once again.