A figure emerges as if carved from the very essence of light, its head a square lantern against the night, windows alight with a constellation unknown. It stands with a chest aglow like a harvest moon, a body draped in robes that hold the whispers of a thousand suns, a silent guardian in the theatre of infinity.
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...
Descendants #48
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Descendants #48
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A figure emerges as if carved from the very essence of light, its head a square lantern against the night, windows alight with a constellation unknown. It stands with a chest aglow like a harvest moon, a body draped in robes that hold the whispers of a thousand suns, a silent guardian in the theatre of infinity.
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...