The machine, standing silent against the backdrop of a starlit sky, embodies a poignant tension. Its metallic limbs, intricate and precise, forever frozen in a graceful dance, contrast with the celestial expanse, hinting at both the beauty and limitations of its mechanical existence. The faint glow emanating from its core suggests a spark of life, a yearning for something beyond the cold perfection of its programmed steps.
In the early 2000s I bought a large box of random vintage toy robots off Ebay. After some further research I began to disappear down the rabbit hole of collecting largely vintage Japanese robots from manufacturers such as Cragstan-Yonezawa, Horikawa, Masudaya and Yoshiya.
Eventually I thought it was time to fuse my love of these beautiful objects with my art practice, creating an imagined series of robots, generated, or "descended" from the robots I've collected over the years...
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Descendants #15
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The machine, standing silent against the backdrop of a starlit sky, embodies a poignant tension. Its metallic limbs, intricate and precise, forever frozen in a graceful dance, contrast with the celestial expanse, hinting at both the beauty and limitations of its mechanical existence. The faint glow emanating from its core suggests a spark of life, a yearning for something beyond the cold perfection of its programmed steps.
In the early 2000s I bought a large box of random vintage toy robots off Ebay. After some further research I began to disappear down the rabbit hole of collecting largely vintage Japanese robots from manufacturers such as Cragstan-Yonezawa, Horikawa, Masudaya and Yoshiya.
Eventually I thought it was time to fuse my love of these beautiful objects with my art practice, creating an imagined series of robots, generated, or "descended" from the robots I've collected over the years...