. . .In search, research, observation and monitoring,

you want to create something fresh, new, something that would be perfect, something amazing…

you are thinking…

thinking and you figure it out…

You realize that the shoe is here, he's already history. . .

and it starts a play of ideas until you find out again that the first idea is the best,

simple…

simply the best…

and you fall down, you are falling into the depths,

dark is all around and between falling and in the dark you feel fear. . . you want to end…

this crisis of creation…

and at the moment the fear turns into happiness, that creative crisis and the desire to end this drags you into ecstasy. . .

and you get macramé,
which hugged shoe. . .

and you get macramé…
which joined together with a shoe. . .

and later in this same ecstasy join mosaic,

mosaic, which plays with shoes,
and returns their already forgotten glamour. . .

You found there is no need to search,

to research because it is all here, the shoe is history. . .

You just have to love the shoe, the shoe should be a part of you.