There’s a popular theme in fiction to portray artificial lifeforms as being so much like humans that they are fundamentally the same. An obvious example of this is Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? / Blade Runner, which depicts replicants as being nearly indistinguishable from humans, to the point where replicants even worry about their own mortality.
Another example is Fallout 4, in which the most recent synth models are capable of infiltrating society without anyone knowing. In some cases — specifically a certain resident of Far Harbor — the synths themselves do not even know what they are.
That’s well and good, and it’s certainly fertile ground for compelling storytelling. But part of me loves a more rudimentary portrayal of androids as unfeeling machines who adhere strictly to their programming and lack all the subtlety and compassion of humans.
With that in mind, I put together a pair of portraits (see Portrait of a Woman tomorrow) that aimed to capture a certain coldness of spirit that isn’t exactly menacing, but could get there quite quickly. The titles of each are meant as ironic statements on the obvious artificiality of the these cybernetic lifeforms, and the figures visually shift into city skylines as a reflection of their constructed nature.
My everyday drawings are available for sale in my Big Cartel shop each morning at 11 am EST. For the first 100 days, each new drawing is available for a price equal to its number in the sequence. That means Everyday 004 – Portrait of a Man is listed for sale at $4.00. Shop for prints and original art here.