Keepon Keepingon
About this robot:
Silver, aluminumy and pointing at something, sure to keep on keeping on.
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About No Escaping It.
Inside every object are other smaller objects waiting to come out. Objects that are cut in half become two objects. When reconfigured back into a single object they become something new. The boundaries are infinite and limited only by creativity. There is no escaping it.
About the Artist
When I was a child I decided to build a boat. Although I had no boat building knowledge, I felt an unexplainable drive to create one. It only needed to float and be big enough to hold me, but the largest pieces of wood I had were about foot long, from a woodpile behind the garage. Undaunted by these circumstances, I started construction. Friends and family supported the idea and watched me piece it together over several weeks. They chuckled as they made comments about its seaworthiness. A few tubes of caulk and a bucket of tar later, I was ready. Now completed, she still looked a lot like the woodpile behind the garage only now she was roughly boat-shaped.
A crowd gathered on launch day. We unloaded her from the truck and set her in the water. As I got in and started paddling with my custom made Bo Diddley-guitar-shaped-paddle, she started taking on water. She was a boat until she was no longer a boat, and even though she ended up at the bottom of the San Diego River, she was a work of art. Just ask anyone who was there.
-- Sammy Moir
Inside every object are other smaller objects waiting to come out. Objects that are cut in half become two objects. When reconfigured back into a single object they become something new. The boundaries are infinite and limited only by creativity. There is no escaping it.
About the Artist
When I was a child I decided to build a boat. Although I had no boat building knowledge, I felt an unexplainable drive to create one. It only needed to float and be big enough to hold me, but the largest pieces of wood I had were about foot long, from a woodpile behind the garage. Undaunted by these circumstances, I started construction. Friends and family supported the idea and watched me piece it together over several weeks. They chuckled as they made comments about its seaworthiness. A few tubes of caulk and a bucket of tar later, I was ready. Now completed, she still looked a lot like the woodpile behind the garage only now she was roughly boat-shaped.
A crowd gathered on launch day. We unloaded her from the truck and set her in the water. As I got in and started paddling with my custom made Bo Diddley-guitar-shaped-paddle, she started taking on water. She was a boat until she was no longer a boat, and even though she ended up at the bottom of the San Diego River, she was a work of art. Just ask anyone who was there.
-- Sammy Moir
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