dready art e-type jag – 40×10 limited edition print

my father drove an e-type, red like this one, but convertible – i prefer the styling of the coupe; it could be  the best looking car ever built, could be, but either way you see it, it’s a damn sexy looking beast.

my sister tells me that she has bad memories of my father’s e-type, i have none – by the time my recollections come along he’s driving a buick skylark convertible – which, looking back, seems as out of place in Jamaica as the e-type does; this was a time of morris’ and triumphs and vauxhalls and land rovers.

anyhow, is not why i drew the car – it is emblematic … as is the goat! … is a thing of a time and place and playing with that time and place in a setting that ain’t 1963.

i’d actually been thinking of a school they’d sent me to, in a far away and cold land, against the malvern hills, as a small small bwoy, when i drew this – i’d been going to include a silhouette of the school, but instead is just the line of hills – and a pair of parents, that i recall, through the haze of intervening history, pulling up in their e-type to take their son out on exeat.

the art is long and thin, like the car, leaving a lot of open space for that bonnet to go toward – i feel like i’ve been drawing a lot of cars lately, but when I get to the counting, there are actually only 7 cars in the last 30 something posts – so ya know, not really …

history … his story!