David W. Armstrong

When I look at The Shoemaker by Tadeusz Makowski, what draws me in is not the hardship of the work, but the way time seems to gather around the figure. The shoemaker bends inward toward his task. His hands hold the shoe with a care that suggests not urgency, but attention. The walls are crowded with finished shoes. They are the evidence of repetition, of days accumulated into years, and yet the Read more of this blog post »