Imagine Kiddie-car as a stage setting; the wheels, handle and retractable hood are the theatrical props reminiscent of the 1960’s. The story, one of lived experience and the hand me down history of poverty, evident in the rust, scuffs and bruises on the Cyclops pram framework.
The Second Act, by comparison, is the carriage. The luxury Rolls Royce, beautifully finished. Every detail polished and lovingly attended. Enthroned in the car, surrounded by stainless steel trappings is Teddy. Arms up, waiting, Child gone.
Act Three, conclusion. Kiddie-car’s story speaks of family. What was important, what and who wasn’t. Gifts of comfort need be in steel, to last a lifetime. Mother struggling with poverty, polishing the second hand, smiling to hide the shame. Child presented as proof of love, skill and quality, must succeed, must be perfect. Car as signifier of the Father tamed by life and the reality of the domestic.