In a world tinged with the softest amber, stands a figure, its form a vessel for a tempest, a heart where the tumult of the skies is tenderly captured. This being, a blend of the ethereal and the engineered, stands as a testament to the silent poetry that resides within the mechanical.
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 #174
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In a world tinged with the softest amber, stands a figure, its form a vessel for a tempest, a heart where the tumult of the skies is tenderly captured. This being, a blend of the ethereal and the engineered, stands as a testament to the silent poetry that resides within the mechanical.
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...