In the stillness of a world draped in obsidian, there stands an automaton, crowned with a tiered headdress, glowing with the fierce, ruddy light of a heart afire. It is a sovereign of the silent darkness, its robe a cascade of molten twilight, arms held aloft as if to embrace the eternal dance of the cosmos.
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 #237
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In the stillness of a world draped in obsidian, there stands an automaton, crowned with a tiered headdress, glowing with the fierce, ruddy light of a heart afire. It is a sovereign of the silent darkness, its robe a cascade of molten twilight, arms held aloft as if to embrace the eternal dance of the cosmos.
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...