artist spotlight: [ jason freeny ]

we all have guts on the inside. some of us have guts on the outside. [zombies] and thanks to the magic hand of jason freeny, we get to see both. for the past few months, i've been following his incredible sculpts, but never got around to posting them. then the jaws build started appearing... my god is it amazing. jason's smooth, defined style perfectly complements the coarse aesthetic.

but what's really amazing is the amount of work that he puts in to every detail. it's a wicked combination of skill and dedication that makes his pieces so jaw dropping. [npi] i love that his clay is raw. with no paint to hide his mistakes, anything less than perfection would be horribly distracting. he's also clearly got a keen eye for anatomy. there aren't exactly reference books lying around that focus on carebear skeletons. dude's amazing, simple as that.

50% skinned and still standing. and now the shark's a hat.

victory goes to noop.

eviscerated. then viscerated?

we can rebuild him. we have the technology.

teach your children about anatomy. and night terrors!

you can catch all of his new builds here. because he's cool like that.

so cool that he made this video of the magic behind the curtain. rock on.

one bear to rule them all.

i'm calling it a pandolar bear.

now with twice the extinction.

moon boots. pandolar bear.

skull face made of nipples, belly button and belt buckle?

check. check. and check.

this sexy little sketch by ajee is being brought to life in the wonder of three dimensions. in vinyl of course, but also fancied up in porcelain. like a toilet!

i'm not normally one to gravitate towards nudie sculpts, but this feels different. maybe it's the lack of skin tone, or the fact that i'm completely blinded by the wicked awesome bear sculpt. but, i like. fresh and stark like new snow, patiently waiting for the inevitable splatter of blood. eyes open y'all, don't let this duo slip through your fingers. oh, they're/she's called kosplay.

perfectly demonic.

holy shitballs.

this l'amour supreme custom rangeas is so metal it hurts.

we need music accompaniment immediately.

damn. i am jealous as hell of whoever commissioned the little demon.

the colors, the guts, the evil possessed stare. he's perfect.

ape attack.

i'm gonna warn you now. this is a shitty post. you can skip the words if you want. the pictures are what really matter, and i didn't even do anything special with them. aren't you lucky. but it's friday, so this is what you get.

this is why i don't do acid.

but, shit, are they beautiful.

they are neo gorillas from ilu ilu.

and i want.

and ccp ultimate spaceman lar.

who i just discovered.

pocket-sized for easy transportation.

they're badass and have the belts to prove it.

i got those two little gid fuckers on the end.

come to his fur castle.

get punched.

repeat.

triangle of ape picture was rudely swiped from plasticxo.

the itch.

the itch began where it shan't have been. it spread from child to traveling men.

gentle at first, but quickly raging. they tore off their skin in chunks and shavings.

the country bled, wails of mourning. masses writhing, fits of burning.

fingers pointed, gods defended. one smiled sweetly, undetected.

all because, the pompous prince. had dared to cross, the one true witch.

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at least, that's what i saw in these incredible busts from jake waldron.

silicone hand-painted faces and each hair individually placed.

it's incredible, chilling work.

i love the juxtaposition of characters, with the same pained expression.

and somehow, they're still available. get her and him.

amazing jake. just amazing.

down boy.

i'd like to live in a world where penguins have dogs; especially mega-huge mechahunds. the brilliant thing about k-9s is their desire to please. now imagine that desire with the strength of an abrams tank and a 50 cal machine gun. suddenly everyone around you becomes obedient.

makadi3000 has, of course, done it again. eagle eye is a killer sidekick to iron penguin. although, i can't quite wrap my head around his bulk through the interwebs. iron penguin is 12" tall... and eagle eye's in a bit of a squat... sooooo, he's like a steel watermelon. maybe one of those square japanese ones. astute eyes will see that he's built on the body of a wwr bramble. but then you will also see that he no longer looks anything like his body donor. this is one sick puppy.

little known fact: eagle eye was born when shaq got food drunk

at an old country buffet and ended up making love to his F650

now you can see why he calls him a dog.

just don't let mega-snoopy drop a deuce in your yard.

crotch cannon!

red! 24 sweep hotdog on 2! hut hut, you're fucked.

children please avert your eyes from the scorched butthole

if you light a match, the entire internet could go up in flames.

samuraaaaaai deli is now open.

friend of frank mysterio: yoste just kicked the shit out of a muttpop tequila. and when the dust settled and the training was complete, he was left with a fire-breathing devil-horned prison-physiqued madman. wicked tattoos that walk the line between yakuza and red dragon, with eerily realistic skin tones for ink that has been slowing spreading through years of abuse. impeccably detailed armor and sword really put this in the elite. i'm just amazed at how perfect it all is.

workin on his sumo stance.

...or maybe dropping a deuce in his hakamas.

dragon for protection, lotus for rebirth and koi for lunch.

for some reason i'm craving spaghettios.

oh, and he's available for sale.

war can change a man.

one minute he's nervously sitting in the chopper as it hovers over the flaming battlefield, the next he's emerging from the jungle weeks later wearing a shark's skull made from the blown barrel of a tank he took down with his bare hands.

eyes glazed over, heart lost somewhere in the fight and down to the last pack of smokes; yeah, you could call him changed.

holy shit. a custom jaws from the hand of dril one. like a rusty nail in the sole of your foot, slowly leaching tetanus up to your heart; you can't just walk this one off. he nailed it, i mean drilled it, i mean... fuck it, it just fucking rules. the mangled metal, endless rivets, ninja face mask... the addition of pants!

this is how it's done kids.

this is who rambo has nightmares about.

why you got so many nipples?

[famous last words before your brain exploded on the wall]

must have taken a bunker buster to get through that pec...

the woebots are assimilating.

you remember this guy? of course you do. he made you ruin your computer chair when i showed you the teaser in november. well he's close. close enough to get a whiff of his bear resin musk. aaron said he's dropping in a few weeks. so be ready.

those omega-3s will get you jacked.

...but maybe only in the forearms.

fresher, shinier, crownier proto shots.

a king is no king without subjects to rule over...

hint hint aaron.

proof of life.

his kidnappers will pay.

:: two for tuesday ::

so maybe i'm a reh-tard (actually there's a high probability)

but i hadn't watched any episodes of vinyl addition until now.

and while watching episode 1, i kept asking myself a question...

why is nobody talking about

the woebots possessed production fig?

i have not seen one mention anywhere that this was legit and happening.

that first episode was 1 year ago! has it since been cancelled?

what the hell people? he's been on display at munky king!

look at this thing... he's fucking cool as shit.

[images captured from the episode below]

you will be mine.

for any of you that are as behind as me... here's the clip.

so there you go. two crazy ass woebots pieces in one day. are you not impressed? you should be, because they rule. and if anyone has any more info about the possessed... please pass it my way.

until then. i'll be scouring munky king, vinyl addiction, silent stage and army of snipers for the latest.

bambaland wants you!

the 3A legion recruiting is getting thrown into high gear. all new members will now get their own armored battle suit. hand painted and weathered to your choice. each continent sporting region specific colors.... nah, that's actually all bullshit. give it time though... i don't second guess ash.

this is legion related though, promise. it's the single most badass custom bambaboss that ever lived. meticulously constructed by our beloved makadi3000. you remember him right? the man who birthed seeker and sweeper. yeah. well he's topped them all with iron penguin. this thing kicks so much ass, it blows my mind. the concept, construction [additions and subtractions] and paintjob are perfect. absolutely perfect. i must stop the bleeding of praise. i'm holding you back from the pics.

[who am i kidding? i know you skipped immediately past this part. :)]

jesus. look at that bulge...

is that full of landmines? or just one big sock?

the pilot has a matching "alles kaput" tattoo across his knuckles.

and if everything is broken, i'm guessing the sergeant here did it...

the bambaboss exhaust port survives!

smile. you die now.

two pouches full of peanut butter sandwiches,

and one big explosive hammer... it's gonna be a good day.

airhorn or megaphone?

which one can rupture more eardrums? airhorn?

ok, i vote airhorn then.

born a boy, now a man.

i'm at a loss for words. i want it. iron penguin fucking rocks. and i'm definitely not the only one who thinks so... read the words of praise. the thread.

deployment orders for the 501st.

heeeee's heeeeeere.

almost.

remember when i told you about this little tower of power?

well get your grubby little fingers ready because he's on his way.

$300. this is the spot to stalk.

it's the super shogun stormtrooper.

24" tall. wheels on his feet.

it's like having your own roller skating midget.

firing fist!

shoot toddlers in the forehead!

scare a cat!

knock over a drink!

it may be a third the size, but it's got it where it counts.

i love you super7.

cellar dweller.

i always find it impressive when an artist can re-imagine their own work, especially when that work is so great in the first place.

chris m. ryniak [the 'm' stands for 'the master'] seems to explode and regrow muscamoots daily. the latest is a gift for his mother, who lives by big muscamoot bay. such a place really exists? who knew? anyways, on to the bait.

inmate #872347

muskies love posing for mugshots.

you can rub my tummy for luck... or chlamydia.

sexy like a booger with horns.

i love this guy. the tiger striped arms. the drool/mucus stains. the petrified glare. the soft fish belly. the old chewing gum lips... what more could you want? he's incredible. and mrs. ryniak - if you ever get tired of this guy drinking all your spoiled milk.... you know where to send him.

chris has been busy since i last posted his stuff. a solo show at copro nason is coming up on february 13th. simultaneously they'll be hosting work from martin wittfooth, who i introduced to you a few days ago.

a sneak peak of two fuzzy little bastards for the burgeoning show

millions of tiny teeth in an even tinier mouth.

he's like a wooly pencil sharpener.

broccoli cat wants to taste your fear.

hold still please.

the rest of this mind-bending work is just stolen from chris' site.

but it's all newish.

this is why you don't sneeze with your eyes open.

the smurfs totally should've had gills and fish eyes.

so metal it hurts.

even gaia has bad hair days.

did you know you can speak with chris? i mean actually engage him in conversation about his work? it's true. he's got his own forum on the circus posterus boards. go bug him, or at least get the latest.

a deadly throne.

before i get to the good stuff, i have an announcement. it's other good stuff. i got married on new year's eve and will therefore be going on an amazing honeymoon on monday. that means you [all 7 of you] don't get any new content till i get back. so don't delete my bookmark, i haven't died. i will return and i've already got a pile of awesome shit to show you. stay tuned.

i'm a fuckin robot y'all!

he's coming.

the 1:1 square, not the random kid in protective gear. ash has said it himself. and so it will be. scheduled to drop at the next "3A art event", which is still a mystery in itself. my theory is that it will have something to do with the jerry bruckheimer produced film of the WWR universe.

only 20 of the deadly little bastards will be made, presumably in fiberglass. although presuming means fuck all when we're talking about 3A. they're likely to make it out of compressed peanut butter just to show everyone else it can be done. ready to hold your cold beer during the game or just chase your kid around the living room, the square will stand about 24" enormous. ash has also said that each one will be different. of course they will. as much as i'd love to have one of these friendly/deceptive machines, i'm sure they will be instantly snapped up by luckier men than me. i'm sure we'll get more info before they get deployed in the summer.

picture of the square by coab. picture of the random kid by i, rodius. photoshop by me.

grizzled warrior bones.

what's half a general? a major general? or a colonel? although general zoo is really more like 3/4. so maybe that makes him a lieutenant general? all those stars are confusing.

what's not confusing is how awesome this guy is. bloody skeleton with overgrown hippie hair and pseudo-armor? bad. ass. i wish he wasn't so limited in number, because i'm pretty sure i need one. he was just released today, so you still have a chance. head towards the light.

a war santa from the dark side.

he only delivers pain.

pretty sure that's called scoliosis.

didn't you get checked in gym? dumbass.

is that a ribcage or a holding cell? damn.

oh wait. did i not mention that his bones

are held together with magnets? what a dick.

HIS BONES ARE HELD TOGETHER WITH MAGNETS.

does he come with a working flamethrower too?

how much cooler can he get?

early proto shot from toysrevil

looks like at one point he had a helmet.

and the other half of his face.

guess he wasn't wearing his helmet.

there will be 27 happy dudes on christmas morning.

so here's the whole rundown.

general zoo [injury special edition of 27]

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