Drawing Robot

A father. A daughter. A robot. As “Sol” the drawing robot marches through his journey, encountering obstacles, resolving them, most of the time, and completing his drawing, so too father and daughter march through the phases and complexities of their lives. We feel so alive and even if adorable, little robots seem so shallow and brittle. Still, Sol has his moment. Is our moment really so much brighter as it seems? Or perhaps we simply endure for a few moments longer than Sol. Perhaps we simply sleep for somewhat shorter nights… at least until the big sleep…


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