pray to the porcelain god.

it's a bird... it's a plane...

it's fucking badass is what it is.

leaked and congealed from the mind of mr. brent nolasco, "a fond farewell" is a total mindfuck of a creature. with at least eight different vinyl abominations melded together, along with other found objects, this thing has the presence of an alien god from the fourth dimension. it also marks the conclusion of his fusion sculpts. all 3d adventures that brent takes from here on will evolve from his own artwork. which is fine by me, because his art is even more mental and awesome. i can't wait to see what escapes from his studio next.

you can glimpse the perfection yourself at sdcc.

this guy will be roaming the dragatomi booth.

cardboard spaceship will also have some custom brent resins for sale.

carnival demons.

flashing lights, ill-fitting clothing, the smell of corndogs and vomit... it's carnival time. don't let the sweat and slim jim stained shirt fool you... the ride operator is a completely trustworthy individual. he's actually a mechanical engineer student, and he definitely triple checked all the bolts on the death-a-twirl.

as much fun as sugar rushes and picking broken glass out of your children's feet can be, it can't last forever. the dream-bringers have to pack up their wares and spread their love to the next deprived town. and when they leave, some things are bound to be left behind. (besides syphilis) this little guy is one of them...

fevers and translucent dreams by brent nolasco. another trippy kaleidoscope of fear. composed of bits of 4 different vinyl and resin pieces, a few found objects and 68 tabs of acid. i can't get over how crazy and amazing this thing is. i love it.

all your face are belong to us... or something.

do a little twirl on the catwalk...

...put the cat skeleton down. that's not what...ew

bits are falling off, seriously. you're getting corpse juice everywhere.

we got some soda, purple stuff... hey look! sunny d.

ah shit, i think it's demon saliva again.

this sweet little turd is also part of the 5 eyed dragon show at dragatomi i mentioned yesterday. seriously you need to get there... look at this stuff.

all images were blatantly stolen from toysrevil. thank you.

way down under.

the teeth bones connect to the murder bones.

part velociraptor, part kangaroo, part down-syndrome baby, this yoka is clearly from another plane. brent nolasco is the mad genius behind it, surprise surprise. an incredible transformation from a cute dumpy bear to a lithe savage demon.

eats only spinal cords and achilles tendons.

that's why he's got those jumping legs.

painted with the blood of keebler elves.

this is why you always check your shoes when hiking.

this mean little bastard was on display at dcon this last weekend.

i wonder who the lucky new owner is. too bad it's not me.

mind explosion.

BLAMO!

on sunday, blamo toys had their first custom show at million fishes gallery in san fran. billy was the dissectee. cut up, burned and painted in over 25 attempts to bring him to life. the collective of talent was top notch and the results speak for themselves. if you live in the wonderful city you have one more chance to see the show: friday the 13th. but bring cash as protection, they might actually spring to life and strip your bones trying to escape.

seven billys and two humans, all in the hold-in-a-fart pose.

brad isdrab

giant hands too clumsy to remove helmet.

work ok on feet though.

bazil

wind him up and watch the ass-kicking extravaganza.

hello brute

sears keeps about a 1000 pajama rabbits on hand

to harvest for the holiday season.

leighton kelly

this is what college party looks like in the movies.

much more fun and colorful than real life.

aleph

bear claw shoes are hardcore.

she might want to work on shaving her legs though...

brent nolasco

distended stomach, dilated eyes.

classic case of demonitis.

buzz parker

the forebear of the iron maiden was the splintery rabbit.

true story.

squidnik

evil trumps polka dots. always.

all of these fantastic shots are courtesy of drilone. he's got a full set of all the madness on flickr. which you have to go check out because i can't cover them all.

blamo custom show

the show goes on the road [ just like a real circus ] to designer con in pasadena on the 21st. all remaining billys will be sold on blamo toys. but if you have your eye on one, i would send them an email now so he doesn't escape.

the brilliant depths of hell.

he fell through the crust, coring his way deeper and deeper through layer after layer of rock and clay. then the caverns: momentary reprieves from the assault his damnation was delivering. over and over he was ripped apart and smashed back together until he breached the hollow core. he was almost relieved to be reaching the orange flames of hell. his fall continued through blue flames. then green. red followed yellow as he meteored into the sticky floor. wave after wave of flaming color consumed his body with pain of every kind. the pantone prison swirled around him, and in between blinding flashes of white,

he realized how beautiful it all was.

brent nolasco has created an absolutely breathtaking 20" dunny. incredible colors and just enough clay to demonize that face.

the stumpy tusks soften him nicely. i could stare at this all day.

images courtesy of just another art blog

he might also be hatching eggs out of his cheeks.

the king of carrot flowers is a mean bitch.

...which is a perfect time to bring up brent's first original figure, gordo. halloween released by myplasticheart in new york. don't get too excited though. he's already sold out. this blueberry gremlin is a trash digger. this is gordo's official story.

"Just off of Main Street, in every town, lives a foraging monster, named Gordo. You can find him standing over a box of leftovers, fishing out that last crumb, and licking the containers dry. His will to eat overcomes his need to stop, always chasing the next tasty snack. Backyards and garbage cans are his buffet. After a long day of gorging, he falls into a food coma, only to awake hungry and repeat the cycle. His stomach is a bottomless pit. Who knows what he will eat next."

made of resin and hand painted with dragon's tears.

gordo is an incredible little fucker.

great proportions and as always, a killer color combo.

all gordo shots from vinylpulse

monster law requires 2 years of military service for all forager class beasts.

gordo's mother and father.

mother of course, ate father.

a purple metal mullet?

rock. on.

i am a sucker for the blank army shot.

like terra cotta warriors from your toilet.

this makes my hand cramp just looking at it.

yes, that is brent himself.

brent is turning up the heat. i already loved his work, but this is getting ridiculous. hopefully the quick sell-out means the next little demon will be quickly nipping at gordo's heels.

as always, brent lives here.

pretty pictures here.

artist spotlight: [ brent nolasco ]

brent nolasco is a madman. mad with color, mad with skill, mad with awesomeness. to enter his world you must first put on the x-ray specs, dump a packet of sweet tarts in your mouth, walk through the looking glass and then stumble down through hell. it's a crazy ride,

but worth every second. no piece of vinyl is safe near him.

they all eventually turn to the dark side.

brent also paints flat things, but that's not why we're here today.

we're here because i love his realistic bone color and texture contrasted with the nuclear fallout of the rest of the spectrum. we're here because of his ability to take a strong character and make it completely and undoubtedly his.

erick scarecrow created liberty, and then brent lit it on fire.

when a scavenger grows up...

...and raise hellfinch as pets.

a dear companion is carved for dinner.

meat wings are tastier than riblets.

twin sisters of fatima.

one with a seal meat helmet.

and one who works for exxon drinking oil.

depp+burton+nolasco=madL recluse

snip snip. he's available for your next bris...

brothers in insanity, and two of the best bennys ever.

the warrior with a hungry brain.

and the voodoo priest with the magic molar.

oral fixations run in the family.

hazel used to be such a sweet girl.

until she started listening to manson and experimenting with extreme body gnawing.

sancho grins his way into your hallucinations.

all ostrich should come with chest teeth.

the troop who carried the battle on his helmet.

complete with purple mushroom monocle. sounds like a bad innuendo.

cap'n rot'n claw to the rescue.

he'd like to rescue you into the safety of his scrote mouth.

kaniza were the first to domesticate labbits

wasabi-dipped batwings are going on the menu.

if you aren't already neck-deep in this new world. swallow the red pill and hop on the boat. you don't want to miss where it goes next. but don't forget to pay the reaper, mr. nolasco is clearly not afraid of taking limbs as payment.

thanks brent for shining a little dark light on your imagination. it's inspiring stuff.

all the pics are courtesy of brent and spankystokes.