Beneath the infinite canvas of the night, a figure stands aglow, its body a vessel of light, its heart a chandelier of intricate beads that spill their luminescence like water over the edges of its being. It is a phantom, crystalline and resplendent, a silent architect of radiance, constructing from the quiet a fortress of brilliance against the encroaching dark.
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 #223
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Beneath the infinite canvas of the night, a figure stands aglow, its body a vessel of light, its heart a chandelier of intricate beads that spill their luminescence like water over the edges of its being. It is a phantom, crystalline and resplendent, a silent architect of radiance, constructing from the quiet a fortress of brilliance against the encroaching dark.
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...