Boots To Get The Boot Today

On my way home from the dentist, a light bulb went off in my head. Boots became a full blown "painting" when I thought they should be sitting on a plank wood floor with grain and water drops to give the impression of melted snow. Right now they're sitting on a white terry cloth towel spread atop a 18"W x 12"D x 12"H decorative box I keep for DVDs on top of my bar in the lower level, which has become my permanent drawing station much to Honey's distress, (He's a neatness freak). Then I wondered where was I going to get a look at plank flooring? The answer came immediately: out of one of the many flooring catalogs I have in my design studio--or better yet, my deck. The material didn't have to be finished, it had to be rough, like the boot.


When I turned West onto Lone Pine, I gave up the idea. "Well," I thought, "let's just drag this thing on. Put off the finish as long as possible. As long as those boots are on that white towel on top of that box on top of the bar in the basement, maybe no snow will fall? The miracle would be the magic of art." Turning North on Orchard Lake, I came back to earth. My housekeeper was coming tomorrow and my still life had to go. She's a whirling dervish with a Swifter. The boots must get the boot.

I sat down again with the drawing and turned on the telly. Dr. Oz was tell us how hazardous high heels are to our health and how much better flat shoes with plenty of cushion were for avoiding slips, falls and most of all osteoarthritis-- particularly in the knees. Although that horse had left the barn, I was glad I had my wooly stompers. By the cocktail hour, boot one was looking like itself, (though I still think it needs a shadow behind the left lace), and had the start of a mate. By end of Thursday, they would be a pair on paper and my models would be back up in the hall closet waiting for whatever gets dumped on us.