In the silent theater of the void, a luminous sentinel stands guard, its form a monolith of ivory light, arms poised in gentle repose, reminiscent of a knight clad in armor wrought from the very essence of illumination. Its eyes, twin pools of azure calm, peer into the depths of the dark, a silent challenge to the encroaching shadows, a beacon of the steadfast vigil in the 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...
Descendants #87
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Descendants #87
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In the silent theater of the void, a luminous sentinel stands guard, its form a monolith of ivory light, arms poised in gentle repose, reminiscent of a knight clad in armor wrought from the very essence of illumination. Its eyes, twin pools of azure calm, peer into the depths of the dark, a silent challenge to the encroaching shadows, a beacon of the steadfast vigil in the 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...