In A Winter With No Slush

Everyone has been asking me whether my shoe dreams will appear now that "the pressure is on" to have them. I've said, "bah," I am not worried. If they do, they do. If they don't, they don't. I'm not too attached to them anyhow. But, gladly, I remembered I dreamt a pair last night.

K-- has a predilection for shiny red, pointy heeled shoes in reality. It is no wonder I dreamt of her buying this pair of knee-high cherry boots with a nice scalloped edge...but for winter!? They are pointy like icicles, it's true, but I highly doubt these beauties are waterproof.

But why waterproof shoes for dreams? In dreams, everything is perfect--or not perfect, but ideal. Even the sordid or violent is ideal. Hermetic, and without other possibility.

Another detail of the dream is that K--'s boyfriend bought her these boots, and they ONLY cost one thousand dollars!

Something about Montreal...

Why is it that most of my shoe dreams are set in Montreal? Well, where better for a sexy scene, I ask. I am afraid that in this blog I am going to inadvertently expose some of my deepest secrets.

R--, my colleague at work, has already told me what Jung would make of my shoe dreams, wherein I luxuriate in choice and delight in absurd footwear. I was reluctant to admit that my shoe dreams could be as hackneyed as he suggested, but I am not too proud to admit that my life is full of yearning.

I used to live in Montreal and I do yearn to be there sometimes, and I suppose this could be explained metaphorically by wanting to find a perfect colourful shoe, that fits. Other times I think that in dreaming wild shoes I am dreaming of different people I could be in waking life. Or rather, personas I could have.

But rather than unravel these things and disinfect my dreams of charm, I will leave them be.

I love your comments about your dreams; please tell me about them (do you also dream of decrepid buildings and wastrel cities?). And R--, who rarely has dreams at all (or remembers them), I wish you a dazzling crop tonight and all other nights you sleep.

Four Pairs for One!

My drawings are always very simple--I'm not trying to please anyone but instead record how the shoes in my dreams appeared and in what general context. Sorry about the writing being so small; I wasn't thinking ahead, or rather I had no idea I'd want to put this online some day.

Recently I told my friend R- about the acid-coloured striped boots I dreamt when she told me--she works in an actual shoe-making studio--about a pair of boots she was making with her co-workers for an upcoming show. Their version has 17 patent leather buckles, a stacked heel and rainbow irridescence to the leather. I decided mine were entirely different.

R- has a fantastic job, and I'm terribly happy for her that she enjoys it so much. Me, I push paper around all day and transmit information in a diplomatic manner.

More Welcoming to my Blog and Explanation

At first I didn't notice that I frequently dreamt about shoes; because of the nature of dreams, I took this for granted. However I understand now that not everyone has as many, or as vivid shoe dreams as me.

Why shoes? I am not sure. I do like the feet, as body parts go, and I am addicted to colour, and am a sensual person to boot. (No pun intended.) Shoes can indicate personality and perhaps also the places we intend to go, metaphorically as well as literally. But why do I dream of them? I have no idea, but I am glad that I do.

If you are a shoe dreamer too, I am not trying to trump your reveries. Rather I think we should join forces and put our visionary cobbling to some good use. Maybe we could host a ball, or commission a theatrical pair of boots.

I hope you enjoy these sketches, which were drawn as each shoe dream was dissipating from my mind like vapour in the sun.