ORGANIC MECHANICS.

A continuation of me exploring biomechanical designs.

I wanted to draw what seemed like people who were breaking down, decaying. Though in a way that feels more like how an object of some humanoid kind would. Like a cracked doll.

Yet, contradictory to this idea. I wanted to capture the skin as being flappy like actual skin would be. Hence the “cracked” look turning more “ripped”.

Similar to and potentially evolving from my statuesque yet alive direction for The Angel I had painted prior.

Staying on that point of relation, there are more shared traits to note between this being and The Angel. From the red eyes, to wings and halo. Yet these shared features feel bastardized. Details have been lost, damaged and or outright changed from the original concept.

A decaying simulacrum of The Angel. Something made from a vague, abstract image of her.

Blanks filled in with details that become reality as this simulacrum is now to those who have not seen her prior, The Angel.

This idea of a decaying representation is furthered by the mechanical look of her exposed insides. Designed by recreating the vague traits of a skeleton with motorcycle engines as reference.

Her gesture of reaching out, combined with her distressed face struck me somewhere hard to describe.

I can actively see the aspects of her that make me think “mechanical”, “automata”, “imitation”.

Yet I also find myself wondering what’s wrong with her.

I see her distress as genuine. I catch myself humanizing what is merely a bunch of moving parts.

Through this I wonder, is that not what humanization is?

We’re all just a bunch of moving parts.

We can rewire our brains in a multitude of ways by sheer will, we can shift our identity, change our shape, repair ourselves.

Yet when we look at our more abstract and intangible sense of selves, it barely seems defined by any singular part but rather, how a collective of parts come together.

A composition giving meaning to itself.