A recent step (leap, plunge) into a SF series by Martha Wells, The Murderbot Diaries, brought to light all the nakedness of emotion and being seen to experience emotion by others. Murderbot (what the bot named itself), is decidedly an antisocial introvert riddled with anxiety. Uncomfortable with eye contact, touch and experiencing emotion. It self-soothes with binge-watching media. But it is well able to navigate space travel and battle and pulse weapons.
“I hate caring about stuff. But apparently once you start, you can't just stop.”
― Martha Wells, Rogue Protocol
Murderbot's dry humor is in my head now. And apparently influencing the art.
About the art: beginning with a black gesso'd cradled wood panel and roughly sketching a figure. For this piece, I used as inspiration a pose from a classical painting from centuries ago, Using a palette knife, a small rubber wedge and a paper towel, slowly adding layers of oil paint in a limited number of colors. Resisting the urge to overly define. Using a paper towel to soften some areas, and allowing the knife to leave sharp edges in others.
I am now determined to add a space helmet to my wardrobe. :)