Bronwyn Rees, “Drive”
Bronwyn Rees (Melbourne, Victoria, Australia)
etching, collage, transfer lettering
5 double-sided pages
60 X 25 x 0.25 cm open
30x 25 x 0.5 cm closed
A couple of years ago I bought a car after not owning one for about twelve years. I thought about all the not so good things about it – pollution, expenses, the stress of driving.
But then I thought about the joy of not getting on public transport with people who were smelly, mad or shouty, and I thought about the joy of travelling along in a bubble, with the radio up loud singing my favourite songs, not having to answer to anyone else, free to be the smelly, mad shouty person, and nobody any the wiser.
I googled a poem about driving and the first thing that popped up and to my mind was absolutely perfect, was Robert Bly’s beautiful poem “Driving toward the Lac Qui Parle River”.
I had already made the book and the words fitted the imagery perfectly.
When binding the book I thought it would be whimsical to imitate keyrings, reinforcing the car imagery.