One time I watched a documentary about Picasso and he shared this story about his father and art teacher, José. As an exercise in technique, José forced a teenage Picasso to draw pigeons over and over again, day in and day out. One day José came across his son drawing a pigeon so flawless that his eyes filled with tears. Upon the realization that the student had become the master, José vowed never to draw again.
So yeah... what I'm trying to say is that these scarf boots are my pigeon. I just have to find out who I am in the analogy: José or Picasso. Have I peaked or is this just the beginning? Either way, I'm tearful.
Also, I know I just used these boots to compare myself to the best artist of all time, but I have to say, after many years of photoshop and illustrator anxiety, I'm even prouder of the collage I created in the first photo. It was horribly difficult but very rewarding. Ugh.
Photos by Siri Simran.