Note to Umberto Umberto About Feet
Posted: December 10th, 2008, 9:43 pm
UU
I must say a word to you about the foot thing. Of course history will infer that you are a foot fetishist. I don't really know what that means, but you do represent the feminine foot in a wonderfully sensuous way.
I'm not particularly a foot fetishist, my fetishes move in a more traditional way, you know faces, tits, torsos, legs. But your drawings have always amazed me on this subject.
I like to carve wood. Ok, let's call it whittling. One time I had a love affair with a mesquite tree. It had fallen in a storm and I began to cut it for fire wood. It was a very large mesquite tree as mesquite trees go, about three feet at the trunk. The mesquite tree has very hard wood and a very interesting and gnarly grain. I admired the wood I was cutting and splitting so much that I couldn't bring myself to burn it so I used it for carving. I carved from that same tree for a couple of years. It was a strange love affair.
I carved eating utensils and small sculptures and door handles etc. But when I was in my whittling mode, letting the wood guide me, the pieces kept coming out as feet. The tree had much to say about feet.
I wish I had some photos of some of them, but I gave them all away.
Anyway, I just wanted to say how much I appreciate your appreciation of this sublime human feature.
I must say a word to you about the foot thing. Of course history will infer that you are a foot fetishist. I don't really know what that means, but you do represent the feminine foot in a wonderfully sensuous way.
I'm not particularly a foot fetishist, my fetishes move in a more traditional way, you know faces, tits, torsos, legs. But your drawings have always amazed me on this subject.
I like to carve wood. Ok, let's call it whittling. One time I had a love affair with a mesquite tree. It had fallen in a storm and I began to cut it for fire wood. It was a very large mesquite tree as mesquite trees go, about three feet at the trunk. The mesquite tree has very hard wood and a very interesting and gnarly grain. I admired the wood I was cutting and splitting so much that I couldn't bring myself to burn it so I used it for carving. I carved from that same tree for a couple of years. It was a strange love affair.
I carved eating utensils and small sculptures and door handles etc. But when I was in my whittling mode, letting the wood guide me, the pieces kept coming out as feet. The tree had much to say about feet.
I wish I had some photos of some of them, but I gave them all away.
Anyway, I just wanted to say how much I appreciate your appreciation of this sublime human feature.