so it begins

My housemate told me I should write a blog about art. You know, get all that creative thinking out. What does that static TV screen mean? What does that random blob of colour mean?  WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN?

Today I admired these shoes. Vincent van Gogh painted them and I wonder. Where have these shoes been? What landscapes have they travelled? Where have they rested after a long days work? They look tired.  It's funny how a pair of worn old shoes can speak volumes and cause one to wonder about its life sheltering tender pink feet from the world as if it had a life.  Do we love the worn ones the best? Or the ones we keep hidden in its shoebox, pristine and new?

 I know. Deep.