DATE
MCMLXXXI
DAY
1 JANUARY
WHERE IS HE NOW
İSTANBUL
The painting on my wall was the story of my lost shoe from an early age. Many question, why did i put it there? First let me tell you briefly what I'm experiencing, then let me explain why while i was playing, lost my shoes. Don't ask how I lost it, believe me, I don't remember.
Then when I got home, my mom told me she didn't have the money to buy shoes. For a child with only one shoe. It meant not being able to go out to play. A few days later, my mother bought a pair of shoes in exchange for wheat that my uncle brought from the village.
Then when I got home, my mom told me she didn't have the money to buy shoes. For a child with only one shoe. It meant not being able to go out to play. A few days later, my mother bought a pair of shoes in exchange for wheat that my uncle brought from the village.
The wheat image coming out of the shoe in the picture tells the story of thiss. Now, if you ask me the importance of shoes, I can write to you for hours. I can even tell more than a shoemaker I am passing that part. I have more than shoe no longer, I do not expect wheat from the village.