"the anti-dragonfly-bot suffers a malfunction."
october 20, 2004. actual size. watercolour, mostly.
$ : PI
I find myself mixing a lot of elements that I work with - using stuff from my aesthetic, thematic bible and using them in conjunction. Insect women, women robots, robot musicians. I don't think I've ever taken two of these repeated elements and put them at odds with each other besides the usual robot / octopus war. They always get along and make bigger, more beautiful things.
So here, the Anti-Dragonfly robot suffers a critical malfunction from his hiding spot in the copse of dry weeds and reveals himself, unexpectedly, to his quarry - the dragonflies, who don't really care anyhow. He's coal-powered.
The dragonflies are winning.