Showing posts with label madl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label madl. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

bear fury.

deep breath... angry woebots [aaron martin] is set to release his first original resin figure. and it looks kill-er. i seem to have a thing for bears, and his just have an incredible amount of fury and emotion. standing a healthy 8" or so and about the same forearm to forearm, he's one mean dude. brought to life by silent stage, his name is panda king. and i'm excited. there will only be about 60 pieces, hand-painted by the man himself, in their own wooden box with matching print.
a regal glare on the popeye workout program.

polar underneath, but panda through and through.


: : DISCLAIMER : :

the next image you are about to see did not come from aaron.
i created it in photoshop to get an idea of how his style might translate to the new shape. it may look completely different from this in final form, but i'm impatient. that being said...
how fucking cool is this?

you can't tease a new woebots piece without really showing the insanity of his previous work. a style that's instantly recognizable with an entire civilization of pandas from every corner of the emotional spectrum. he's got an amazing talent, and therefore, a rabid following.

two psychos that know how to throw their weight around.
plus brass knuckles? winner.

nipped from house of law.
we're gonna need two dysons to clean up all the flying fur.

larry. moe. and crazy.

ripped from the hands of wtfunks?
just your standard angry woebots mind-bogglingly awesome piece.

katana. a squad of snarling killers. AND dripping blood.
you starting to understand the pure distilled awesomeness?

the collection of sleepboy
possessed by the devil panda.
one of my favorite combos ever.

another lucky bastard, rasta.
bask in the glow of the golden god.

collected by contra808
you wouldn't like him when he's angry.

for you lucky few at designercon on saturday, you should at least be able to peek the sculpt. for all you other jealous bastards: do some pushups, communicate with your spirit animal [especially if it's a bear], fashion ninja weapons out of scrap metal... anything to keep your mind off of the fury you will feel if you miss this guy.

eyes. peeled.

follow angry woebots on flickr.

proto shots from vinyl pulse. all other unmarked shots from aaron.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

artist spotlight: [ konako ]

konako lives deep in the forests of canada. or at least i assume she does.a strong woodland connection, brilliant natural palettes and a blast of asian mysticism place her firmly in her own enchanted meadow. consider it hidden because so few beautiful critters have escaped. if you are one of the lucky few who owns one, consider following your little critter some night to discover the secret location. you know foxes are fond of midnight rendezvous.

hidden bunny monster burp
this one smells like caramel corn.

roark
mr. miles "tails" prower has grown up to be quite the gentleman.

one-eyed blix
deceptively simple. with unmatched thieving skills.

hibernation
gut bunnies still like to snuggle with regular bunnies.

9th level roark
ice fucking cold.

madl shisa
mad stoned on this magic green smoke.

neela
bunny mushroom awesome overload.

munji
even raccoons need sweet back tats.
love that it bleeds around to the front.

viscera
obesity magnate colonel sanders
suffered from the extremely rare bunnemia.

gorgeous inspiring work. can't wait to see what's next to escape.
let's all give her a round of applause.

you can send konako messages by sparrow here and here.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

artist spotlight: [ lunabee ]

tribal fairy dust. that's the only explanation.

miss lunabee sprinkles it at the base of a tree ripe with sprites. unable to resist the intoxicating high of fairy dust, the sprites eagerly spring from their nests and are mercilessly ensnared. in exchange for their release, the sprites must pose for lunabee to paint their portraits. bound by the laws of the forest they oblige, but all bare their teeth in protest. the woodlands of the uk are no longer safe for magical creatures. let these captive souls be a warning.

if you haven't heard of lunabee yet, you will. in the short amount of time that she's been customizing, she's gathered a solid following and even more respect. her pieces sell out faster and faster every time, due in no small part to her distinctive style: intricate and well-balanced from top to bottom. cute and sweet, but not too sweet. just enough to get you close enough for a nibble...

the latest. and greatest.

tooth fairies turned finger fairies. hope you awake with all 10...

the midnight masquerade: the wu-tang clan of the pixie world.

the real carebears had teeth. and trophy skulls.

emo sprite swallowed his own thorny heart.

never look a sprite directly in the eye. or you'll never look away.

don't let the smile fool you.

...they're all out for blood.

celebrating the arrival of fresh meat.

the hunter returns victorious.

they get feisty when you threaten their young.

unlike the phoenix, these tears only burn.


look deep into their inky black eyes and you'll risk being swept away for good. although, if their secret world of tiny skulls and midnight masquerades is half as wonderful as luna makes it out to be,
it might not be such a bad trip.

keep watch for her magical work on her blog. flickr. and twitter.

a kidrobot boardie recently suggested she be considered for the next dunny series... i would be surprised if when it's all said and done, she ended up with only one.

all pics taken by and from the lady herself. presumably at her favorite poaching grounds.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

artist spotlight: [ southerndrawl ]


the man has animal instincts. and a tool chest full of skills.
southerndrawl has a distinct ability to capture believable emotion in the unbelievable characters he creates. intensity and seriousness in caricature creatures is incredibly difficult and he does it so damn well.

i think i'm drawn to his work because this is the kind of shit i have in my sketchbook, just not nearly as good. maybe some day. he's been gathering fans wherever he goes, but his latest creation is what really brought him to a new level.

muttpop tequila minotaur
free of the labyrinth, on a path of destruction.

some tats from prison, some from hell.

the last guy who took a picture of his back is now in three pieces.

lifeless eyes. watching you bleed yourself dry.


badger munny.
angry because he's stuck with a little ween nubbin.


sabertooth madl.
chipped his tooth opening a can of tuna.
don't laugh or he'll chip the other one on your skull.


ram panda teddy troop.
a bear with horns? k-i-l-l-e-r.
he's like the voltron of animals.


triceradunny.
could use a hand sharpening the other two horns.


rabbit qee.
tatooed by elmer fudd.


qee-munny wolverine.
built to actual size.
you gotta problem with 16" canadians bub? didn't think so.


it be ahab munny and moby labbick.
we'll be eating blubber sandwiches for months.


i can't wait to see what sick puppy he's gonna toss out next.
better get in line, because he's gonna be busy.
keep on rockin it.

keep tabs on him here.

all pics from the man himself.

Friday, August 28, 2009

by the power of greyskull.

i was a he-man kid. i was also a star wars kid, a lego kid, a baseball card kid... you get the picture. but for a few short summers it was all he-man all the time. in between popsicles my neighbors and i would wage epic battles in the dirt, building caverns and pits. then birthdays came and they got greyskull. and i was jealous. but shortly after, my parents redeemed themselves and bought me skeletor's castle: snake mountain. you know, the purple greyskull with the sweet microphone that made it sound like you were a possessed slinky. after that, our dirt building escapades were elevated to moats and dungeons... way fucking cooler.

so with that long ass intro, we get to the real meat. apparently other kids liked he-man too... as evidenced by these sweet customs in all the flavors of eternia.

the pageboy haircut is the real source of all his power.

battlecat by legendary customs
...just a cowardly tiger who stole hawkman's mask.

does crest make whitestrips for your face?
also, needs more havoc staff.

blue feather diaper and all...

somehow tougher with a birthday hat than his purple football helmet...

who knew he was rocking a mohawk under his little hood?

gotta rub a little stank on it.

put your hands together for my childhood toys grown into my adulthood toys. i fully expect someone to pump out a queen marlena in astronaut gear sometime soon... or at least an orko.

i gotta go dig through my parents basement now...

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