The robots are, in general, fans of comic book art. The older, deeply analog stuff. They are fascinated by the concept of “superhero.” That a being could have abilities and powers (“upgrades and peripherals”) that can be both a blessing and a curse.
I’ve fallen out of my regular cadence of drawing the robots. I went along on a hike with this one, and during a pause I asked if it wouldn’t mind standing still for just a minute. Using primarily the chisel bibs of my markers I sketched out a portrait as quickly as I could. Like stretching out limbs after a long roadtrip, it felt good to draw again, and a little awkward.
A robot, in the moment. Sometimes they’ll stand around, motionless, for minutes at a time. I used to wonder if they’d experienced a software crash but the accelerating hum of their fans lets me know that they’re just doing some serious thinking…
“I am feeling blue,” the robot announced, without any preamble. “Do you know how strange that is?” I asked. “First you’re claiming to feel an emotion, and describing it in terms of color. Wait a sec… is that my old iPod you’ve got?” Robot in blue… da ba dee.
“We are going out tonight,” the robot told me. “We will wander the streets and alleys. Gather for some ad-hoc networking. Enjoy the way the city lights diffuse and reflect in the rain and puddles. What are you going to do?” I thought a moment. “Stay home,” I said. “Read a book; draw pictures of you and your friends.