When I was a kid the soles of my feet were often covered in scratches. I wasn’t a big fan of wearing shoes and I didn’t have the most sensitive of soles either.
The soles of my feet remain clean, soft and unmarked. It’s the tops of my feet that get grubby from constantly dragging against the floor as I crawl.
Normally this is just a bit of dirt that washes off but in the last few weeks I’ve been building up a collection of interesting-looking marks on the tops of my feet.
As a visual artist, mark-making is something I was taught to do at college, but I don’t think this is quite what my tutors would’ve had in mind.
I’ve no idea where these marks have come from but my tics are filling this vacuum with ridiculous possibilities:
“My feet have been gnawed by a stressed rhino.”
“My feet have been to hell in a lawn mower.”
“Move over landmarks, the footmarks are here.”
“My feet have been lactating onto a squirrel’s lips again.”
“I came, I saw off my feet, I conquered.”
While these aren’t true they’ve been making me laugh, so making their mark in more ways than one.