The machine inhabits the night, its glassine form catching the sliver of moonlight that pierces the inky darkness. Its internal glow casts an ethereal light, pooling at its metallic feet and highlighting the stark contrast between its smooth curves and the rough-hewn stone floor. Though its purpose is unclear, it stands with a quiet dignity, a sentinel in the shadows, its luminous gaze fixed on some unseen horizon.
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 #184
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The machine inhabits the night, its glassine form catching the sliver of moonlight that pierces the inky darkness. Its internal glow casts an ethereal light, pooling at its metallic feet and highlighting the stark contrast between its smooth curves and the rough-hewn stone floor. Though its purpose is unclear, it stands with a quiet dignity, a sentinel in the shadows, its luminous gaze fixed on some unseen horizon.
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...