My perception of "vehicles" changed when my 10th grade English teacher said that Thanksgiving pies were just a vehicle for the whipped cream. Suddenly I understood that a vehicle didn't have to have wheels or an engine. An outfit was a vehicle for identity, a pencil was a vehicle for thoughts, and a gesture was a vehicle for emotions. While my former teacher likely made this comment in jest, it impacted me enough to carry it with me all these years later. The fluid nature of vehicles has wound its way into my psyche, changing the way I look at seemingly ordinary objects and experiences. I believe the selections in VEHICLES celebrates some of the many forms and shapes a vehicle can take.
This month Melodie Corrigall's story "The Red Car" shows that a car is not always just a car - it can be a vehicle for inner emotions to come out. Claire Bateman's poem asks us to reflect on the experience of driving, which binds individual drivers into a community of travelers. The poems of Derold Sligh dive into the vehicular nature of dreams, tools, and gesture, creating connections between loved ones and strangers. Lastly we showcase the sculptures of Greg Johnson, a Witchita, KS artist who uses auto scraps to create works of art.
I hope you enjoy VEHICLES.
Guest Editor, Fall 2011