/ My Last Car

 

In My Last Car I have loved and lost, have shouted and whispered. I have taken great journeys to mysterious places like ASDA and the Far North. I have sat in My Last Car in the rain unable to get out my favourite track has finished playing. I have picked up children from school, helped friends move house, driven newborn babies from hospital and cried on hard shoulders. My Last Car is my friend and helper, my guardian, my other place. It is home to secret intimacies, broken promises, laughter and longing.

My Last Car is a celebration of the motor car and what it has meant to us over years and across generations. The 21st century is a time for feet and cycles and public transport so let’s mark the passing of the car and tell stories of all the wonderful things that My Last Car has given us. We’ll take My Last Car apart, examine it in minute detail and look at the marvel of engineering – the gifts of making, shaping and moulding – that it represents. Let’s think about the men and women who made My Last Car. Let’s have a proper laying out for the passing of an era that will be not forgotten for a very long time.

My Last Car will reveal the secret life of an object that has been carefully designed and put together which then, over months and years, taken on a journey into decline and eventual breakdown. More often than not its pristine condition becomes rusted, dirty, dented, dull and worn.

So let’s give My Last Car one last ride that takes in the past and looks to the future. Let’s unpick all the histories and stories and comings and goings and lay them out for everyone to see. Let’s look at washers and cogs and panels and birthday rides and rain on the windscreen in November and sump oil and broken headlights. Let’s be in our own road movie.

Let’s say goodbye to My Last Car in a fitting, appropriate, clever sort of way.

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to find out more email alan.dix@509arts.co.uk