44/100 - Flying ship
There is a connection between child caves and imaginary vehicles. Child caves is the name given to children's predilection for small spaces, usually low to the ground, in the book A Pattern Language. Forts, spaces under the stairs, the underside of beds. The fort is sometimes an imaginary vehicle, a spaceship , a boat. A static, safe, enveloping container from where one can imagine a journey in place.
Drawing imaginary vehicles is for me a way of throwing a fishing line into that past. They evoke a warm safety, that space I inhabited in the company of a few toys, a semi-empty apartment, early afternoon when most adults were at work. I'll admit it's nostalgia, or even worse a memory shaped by memory shaped by time. But who cares, that's all I have. In the same way we made our journeys then, in the confinement of childhood and the freedom of a developing brain, we make our journeys now, in the confinement of these walls and the freedom of ink and paper, and memory, and friends.
I can't fault the imaginary vehicle for taking me into an imaginary place. The place and the vehicle are both cobbled together with bits of the truth and lies. The imaginary vehicle is fine with contradiction. It's sigil, metaphor and medium.
This humble vehicle is 2.5" by 3.5" and it can only take you places in your mind. Available here(sold).