We made it to another Friday! And so, to celebrate our impending co-existence with super intelligent robots, here is today’s entry in Friday Robots. This robot, like so many others, enjoys contemplating the intricacy of nature.
Today’s Friday Robot was inspired by a spread in a book by Patrick McDonnell. I’ve been a fan of his for a long time. His brushwork is particularly compelling. With this, I was attempting to approximate the look digitally.
This Friday Robot has Autumnal colors.
The return of Friday Robots! This was a series I did for many years. An art challenge, a fun bit of design work, and a way to make something once a week with no expectations. This guy is more representational than usual, but he is as mysterious as any Robot I’ve met.
A sort of painted butterfly wing robot for this, the first Friday of February 2017.
Today I thought I’d take a good long look at what makes me tick. I drew the things that I keep going back to, the things that inspire me year after year. I’m not including bands (The Beatles) or cartoonists (Bill Watterson). I consider these as topics of inspiration rather than individual entities. Lincoln, of course, is bigger than a man (and he was a pretty big man).
In anticipation of Friday Robots, here are a few signs the machines are about to rise up against us. You might want to print this out, laminate it, and keep it in your pocket for quick reference.
-your Windows computer gives you system errors
-there is a strange “tone” you hear every time you pick up a conventional phone
-you see robots crouching in nearby bushes, waiting in ambush
-tomorrow’s coffee is slightly warmer, or slightly colder, than usual
-you overhear a group of robots talking about overthrowing the human race
Once the robots are in control of us puny humans, there is no hope. Try to befriend at least one robot per week before the revolution, and maybe you’ll land a sweet gig in the Grand High Robot Council. You can thank me later.
In the not so distant future…
Robots are coming, and you’d better get the hell out of Staples unless you want to meet a sour demise.
Also, stay out of school unless you want a robot to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.
I’m beginning to feel like the dinosaur who looked down at the small mammals at his feet and thought, “I’m not long for this world.”