Behold: The Robot, 2006.
He informed me that this is a Robot. A Robot with a shock of black hair, a pensive smile, two eyebrows. A Robot without feet or hands, as he is stretched across the page. He looks like he might be stretched over a torture rack, if not for that hint of a smile. What could that smile mean? What is he trying to tell us?
With the eyebrows raised slightly, he looks a little sheepish. Or maybe, forgiving. Maybe with his smile, he forgives his maker for stretching him over the rack. Maybe he raises his eyebrows to get that hair out of his eyes. Without hands, it must be tickling his face and driving him crazy.
What do you know, little Robot, that is so important?
I love the new dimension Owen is showing here in his artwork. I like to think that his imagination is so big, one page just couldn't contain it.