Bathed in stark contrast, here stands an automaton, its geometry a festival of the architect's imagination, an array of crimson and gold parading against the infinite canvas of the void. With limbs poised in silent deliberation, it watches through a prismatic gaze, a sentinel at the gates of a new dimension, where the celestial and the synthetic waltz in eternal twilight.
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 #248
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Bathed in stark contrast, here stands an automaton, its geometry a festival of the architect's imagination, an array of crimson and gold parading against the infinite canvas of the void. With limbs poised in silent deliberation, it watches through a prismatic gaze, a sentinel at the gates of a new dimension, where the celestial and the synthetic waltz in eternal twilight.
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...