Suitcases Piled on the Sidewalk



Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life. -Jack Kerouac

on the pursuit of beauty in ordinary things
i find inspiration for my life and art-
reasons to pile my battered suitcases along many
new roads

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Are People Invisible Against These Backgrounds, or More Visible Than Ever?

The colors and textures Natalia Wiernik uses as backgrounds for her portraits of both people and inanimate objects is often misinterpreted as the artist’s desire to camouflage her subjects in her images.

For Wiernik, it’s the opposite.

“People in the pictures are not disappearing,” she wrote via email. “I think they are more visible, more memorable; the background can be some kind of continuation of the subjects.”

Bikini Season Slides, woodblock prints, 9”x12” (2014)
-Susan Williams

Bikini Season Slides, woodblock prints, 9”x12” (2014)

-Susan Williams

Bikini Season, woodblock print, 3”x10” (2014)
-Susan Williams

Bikini Season, woodblock print, 3”x10” (2014)

-Susan Williams

Dreaming of Faraway Cityscapes, etching, 16”x10” (2014)
-Susan Williams

Dreaming of Faraway Cityscapes, etching, 16”x10” (2014)

-Susan Williams

Western Adolescence Series, woodblock print, 8”x10” (2014)

-Susan Williams

I have a lot of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don’t worry. It’s all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky ways of cloudy innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere, or one universal self. Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes through everything, is one thing. It’s a dream already ended. There’s nothing from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the one vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born.

The world you see is just a movie in your mind.

Jack Kerouac, excerpt from Kerouac’s letter to his ex-wife (via arpeggia)