A solitary actor from the robot theme but sharing the same heritage as all the robot figures.
The genesis of the series originated in an incident the artist recalled from kindergarten in his poem, BOX HEAD.
BOX HEAD
Too big, the cardboard box sat high on his shoulders
So that he could only see out through the mouth slit
And not the two crudely cut triangles above intended
As eye holes. The boy had made the robot head in
School for Halloween, days later when his classmates
Had abandoned or destroyed their robot heads he
Continued to wear his. In the mornings he wore it
Walking to school, hanging it up in the cloakroom
When he went to class. At lunchtimes he wore it in
The playground feeling protected from the wind and
Rain and distant from the sights and sounds of the
Other children playing. Gazing out from a balmy
Atmosphere of eucalyptus gum and damp powder
Paints the boy felt safe and secure in a world of his
Own.
At home at mealtimes the boy would tilt up his robot
Head and feed himself jerky mechanical forkfuls of
Food, join two paper straws together to drink his milk
And imagine he was refuelling. On Sunday he wore
His robot head to church, setting it next to him on
The pew, turning it face down to Join in the prayers.
That night the boy fell asleep wearing his robot head.
His mother slipped into his room and removed it, took
It outside to the backyard and stood on it to flatten it
Then pressed it deep into a neighbour’s bin. Next day
The boy awoke to find the robot head was gone and a
Bright new shiny sixpence under his pillow.
For a while after that, from a distance, the boy would
Suspect the corner of a cardboard box in a shop or
Elsewhere was his lost robot head, but it never was.
The boy never made another robot head, it wouldn’t
Have been the same he said.
