a celebration of three

I’ve always had a fascination with feet. My earliest written work was the story of a foot. A single foot. I was 7 or 8 years old, and I don’t remember much about it beyond that.

Feet are strange, funny things, often pegged as gross or dirty. It’s a bit unfair to the feet, really, to admonish them for the mud they collect by toiling for us every day. But the status we’ve assigned to the feet also lends them a strange and particular intimacy. We tend not to touch the feet of others, or even to allow others to look at our feet too closely.

It’s this intimacy that Brie Martin, Abby Brown, and I explore in A Celebration of Three. As a trio, we discard the foot-to-fellow-human barrier and use our feet as a window into the joys of friendship and art-making.