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.
"Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me,
as is ever so on the road."
Jack Kerouac, On the Road