And it's the book that made me realise, as a teenager in Australia, that there was a world out there to explore. I was a traveller of the mind, of knowledge, but I was yet to venture into physical travel. No one I knew did it or thought about it. Eventually, I packed up my old Datsun and I left Sydney, and I was never the same again.
Ode to Kerouac
This piece took me a month to complete. It incorporates sewing of all things! Because I'm not a sewer. And have no idea why it popped into my head. But I wanted the lines to be texture and stand out and thread just called to me. The text is all from one page of On the Road.
I'm a sorry-*ss art photographer, but there we are.
Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me,
as is ever so on the road.
Jack Kerouac, On the Road