Tigers With Wings

My brother told me to do it.

The eternal adventures of the patient little robot

The Patient Little Robot from "82 Dreamscapes" by Misha Bittleston

The Patient Little Robot from “82 Dreamscapes” by Misha Bittleston

From star to star, rock to rock, volcano of molten gold to ocean of glistening mercury, and each granule of every sun, a tiny robot traveled all corners of every galaxy in the universe, in search of the most valuable stuff of all. However long it took and however far, to find the one substance that holds the greatest greatness, throughout all space and time is what eventually brought the patient little robot here to our planet earth, in a year not long from now. Frozen deep beneath the ice coating our silent planet the little robot senses the afterglow of the most amazing substance in the all the universe. The little robot leans over as if to kiss a the top of a tree jutting from the melting ice and for the first time, ever so slightly, smiles.

This drawing was started in 2008, it is part of a group of “82 Dreamscapes” that I drew in various busy places around NYC but mostly at the MoMA and the Whitney between 2008 and 2010. Some of them make up “the eternal adventures of the patient little robot (and a quest for a smile).” This is the first of the 82 drawings and the first time I have shared any of them.

One day while I was drawing in a crowded subway a woman who had been sitting near me and watching me, came over when the train stopped and said “those are dreamscapes you are makin’ ain’t they!” the doors closed behind her.

Treasure travels fast or stuck fast…

Treasure Travels by Misha Bittleston from Poetic Revenge - page 1

“Treasure Travels” from Poetic Revenge by Misha Bittleston

I did this drawing on the bus between Vietnam and Cambodia. There were little kids selling pineapple and one started crying. I was thinking about how wealth travels, either very fast or not at all. Then of how we are almost incapable of dreaming or hoping without using economics, that being truly happy always seems to come down to buying happiness.

treasure travels fast
or stuck fast,
lightfast in the dark.
no one buys
the pineapple that cries,
no one can buy happy,
but everyone tries.

Pictures from the Vietnam adventure!
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