In this image, a figure of amber transparency stands, its body a lattice of light, the ribs of its silhouette glowing like the embers of a dying sun; it is crowned with a dome of glass that seems to hold a fragment of twilight's last sigh. It exists in a realm of shadows, a lone beacon of warmth in the silent, endless night.
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 #241
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In this image, a figure of amber transparency stands, its body a lattice of light, the ribs of its silhouette glowing like the embers of a dying sun; it is crowned with a dome of glass that seems to hold a fragment of twilight's last sigh. It exists in a realm of shadows, a lone beacon of warmth in the silent, endless night.
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...