In the velvet blackness, a mechanical being glows with the soft blush of a dying sun, its form a series of stark, angular planes that compose a stature both imposing and fragile. Its heart, a chamber of rosy light, blooms like a flower in the night, casting a tender glow upon the intricate workings of a soul not born but made, in an act of human mimicry.
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 #225
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In the velvet blackness, a mechanical being glows with the soft blush of a dying sun, its form a series of stark, angular planes that compose a stature both imposing and fragile. Its heart, a chamber of rosy light, blooms like a flower in the night, casting a tender glow upon the intricate workings of a soul not born but made, in an act of human mimicry.
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...