artist spotlight: [ motorbot ]

the man behind the curtain could not have chosen a more fitting name. just fill with fuel [coffee, redbull... insert drug of choice here] and stand back. motorbot has been pumping out top quality customs for some time now. his seemingly tireless work ethic is only trumped by his wide range of abilities. there may not be a more versatile customizer on the planet.

deep in the heart of texas, the motor is always running strong.

bone, metal, wood, muscle.

he's the captain planet of elemental techniques.

the godfather would have been so much better

if the horse's head had a skinned gnome strapped to its base.

real men wear armored skirts with their ferragamos

metal horse head from hell?

looks like the little man is auditioning for gwar.

what's with the sour face?

nothing better than a midget skull that can chase you.

if the neth entered the matrix

retro krang still loves turtle soup

my childhood collides into my adulthood and a companion is born.

destro's going on the barry gibb talk show

to pimp his crazy cool medallion.

this bulldog of a maw ate a mutt

a rhinos butthole is terrifying

even when it doesn't have 30 rows of teeth.

the stitch disney hides in the basement to "handle" lost children

who doesn't love a cuddly woodchipper?

the paw with brass knuckles

when easter met bike week.

crappy cat goes to prep school

...and bangs every cheerleader they have

madl-tie-fighter-pilot-sweet

he eats the force for breakfast.

i might be possessed with star wars

if looks could kill... vader'd be two uzis

mummy only needs his cleopatra

you know the egyptians invented atari right?

the yoka king of testicles with teeth

he laughs at his own lack of a throat

the armored sug arrives home. after months of training and rehabilitation, the raw mutant is strong enough to walk outside. he is fantastic in person. a roughed up titanium shell with freshly skinned appendages, he's not to be fucked with.

surveying his scorched kingdom

he's not so good at winking

walking on raw muscle's gotta hurt, maybe i'll get him a flip flop

awkward as two middle schoolers at their first dance

thanks to the motor for a fantastic piece in my collection. he will watch intensely over his haz-mat suited brethren. i have dubbed him "iron fist." his cauldron of a potbelly will be a centerpiece for years to come.

this is just barely scratching the surface of what the motor has burned out. you have to check his flickr to really see the depth of what he's accomplished. don't lean over too far though, it's a deep chasm. the man has mentioned slowing down his custom projects to focus on some more of his own originals. so if you want in the club, you better do it soon.

for the latest on all his fury, follow him on twitter. seriously. you get sneak peeks at stuff like a custom muscamoot...

all pics are from the man himself. except for the armored sug, those are mine.

artist spotlight: [ cris rose ]

cris rose is an artist. 

he creates worlds. gives them purpose. and lets them live. 

this is not a pristine imaginary terrarium. this is gritty and real.

there is nothing sugar-coated about a rampaging guardian ripping apart logging machines with his bare stone hands. "protect all wildlife" used to be a coarsetoys paw. no more.

do not get in his way. there is no off switch.

rusted retribution.

thomas han's pusher is now cris rose's "deconstructor" 

looks like an assassin, but his directive is good.

stripping parts from defunct robotics is a cakewalk for this little buzzsaw.

just don't call him a butterfly.

seal clubbers beware. "avalanche" has clubs of his own.

this was a ledbetter smash... really. kicks the shit out of the ham fisted monkey.

he may have gone rogue, but his heart is true.

protect all wildlife AND avalanche? is there a noble underground organization deploying these badboys?

a brilliant little slice of time. "the wandering memorial" 

a neth creature no more. this is the future.

i want to wander the rainy green bits of england when i die.

encased in a majestic caretaker. 

wave hello. say goodbye.

this is only a small sample of the brilliant works of the very busy man. each one has the look of years ground into it, and yet he continues to pump them out. one greater than the next. i love his rusted dented behemoths. and the fact that he gives each one a story only adds to the worn patina. 

i will own a cris rose piece someday. i will.

all of the fantastic shots are courtesy of cris' flickr

if you've got a hot hand, you might be able to grab one of his pieces here

click on the individual piece names to read cris' story for each.