Irish Green Shoes

Filiz Dogan


After offering the humble green loafers as a gift to her mother, Filiz found they fit her better. She dripped paint on them while painting her first house in Toronto. The shoes have memories of other family members in Turkey. Though they have served her well over many years, they will not be the shoes she wears to welcome her family members when they visit her in her new country.

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