In a realm untouched by the passage of time, a figure stands, its visage a frosted glass, glowing with the pulsing hue of a setting sun. Its form is a fusion of opaque shadows and translucent orange, a body not born of flesh but of a kaleidoscope of light, casting a fiery glow upon the void in which it resides, poised in eternal stillness.
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 #181
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Descendants #181
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In a realm untouched by the passage of time, a figure stands, its visage a frosted glass, glowing with the pulsing hue of a setting sun. Its form is a fusion of opaque shadows and translucent orange, a body not born of flesh but of a kaleidoscope of light, casting a fiery glow upon the void in which it resides, poised in eternal stillness.
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...