Capacitone Card back

Card Number 33, Capacitone, from Red Series Popular Mechanoids Premium Trading Cards. 

Valveron Box Art

The Dome series 'Robot Range' Vinyl Toy, design posted earlier on this blog, Box Art finally completed.

Urban Vinyl Figure - Flibber Der Jibbet

Designer toy in series, part of the Pasture Range. Others added earlier in this blog. 

Space Monkey

From the depth of space comes...wait for it..

Spaaacce Monkeys!

Masque of the inner temple

Deep within, where the silent bell tones, when comes the twins joy and excitement..the brothers pain and darkness. Lofty peaks and deep empty caverns both roam and share. From that place random images, infinite...scratch, splatter, like ice and air. Sometimes, once in the long whilst, an impression remains, long enough for tissue and sinew to trace, scrawl and place outside.  In pencil and on paper.   

 Here is one.

buke

It is said the masks of the Japanese buke, or samurai, were meant to be imbued with certain powers and attributes during their creation. Serving to both protect and disguise the warrior, as well as add a certain theatre to the noble art of gutting your fellow human being at the behest of a nobleman's whim.
This particular mask, although not strictly adhering to traditional design, has nevertheless taken on definite character during its creation. Changing in many guises, taking several days, and finally, after working from 11 am yesterday until now (2.30 am) I realise this particular 'mask' has the power to absorb energy steadily, hypnotising with its colours and movement, keeping the opponent dazed until exhaustion creeps up, then striking the death blow once all creativity and devotion are depleted. Leaving behind an empty husk, whilst itself grows stronger and healthier with every confrontation. I advise a cursory glance, then move on to other images in this blog, lest it sap your ardor for exploring random pictures and various ramblings on the vast and endless net.

Zulu adorned

In the 21st Century last nights storm still had me lying awake, wide eyed and uneasy. TV screens may be large and affordable, but the jungle is only inches away, and even now as a new night approaches I can hear distant thunder. Will we never leave the blowpipes and bone knives, damp floors and centipedes for that shining white future? More masks to come!

mask tattoo

One of a series of tattoo designs, all revolving around masks. Designed to be placed on the face, covering most of it.  I always personally wonder why no one ever (or rarely) gets a design to do with the body it is being created on. For example the bone or nerves, muscle, etc that lay under the area of skin worked on, Or cells, pores, glands...so many more fascinating, and relevant, images other than just dragons, tigers or skulls.

Buffalo Dreamtop colour sheet

Earlier on this blog are posts of some Designer Toys, including this, Buffalo Dreamtop, from my Tomahawk Toys range. This is that toys colour sheet.
My feelings about the cereal toys that influenced its design are best summed up on that post, and so I repeat them below also.

From a very early age a steady diet of Kellogg's Frosties allowed me access to some of the most evocative memories from my childhood, Cereal Toys! 
 In between what seemed like so many breakfasts...a new box finally! Pulling out the pillow of cellophane, trying to spot the prize through  that mist.
Wiggle rings!, lassoing cowboys ,their horses kicking up dust at the twist of a wrist. Camel trains, stretch pets... they actually WORK!! Crater Critters, actual aliens... before school even! Noodle Nodders,that snake in a log, and the hippo, the mechanism was so smooth, his mouth just kept going and going,  this stuff was better than television! and one of the best series, the Totem Tribe. So smooth, almost chewable, and they fitted onto each other so perfectly, soft plastic, sensual form and wondrous colours.
Zoom ahead 40 or so years, and  and it is season for a tribute.
 Buffalo Dreamtop is my memory of those wonderful totem figures, blended together and twisted by time. With the smell of Play Doh in my nostrils, and the feel of silly putty under my hands  So thank you, to whoever thought some kid would scream the supermarket isle down to get his hands on anything that looked like a toy, even a tiny piece of plastic stuffed in a cereal box. But what giants they seemed to me then.

Mc Tuff

What if Mickey wasn't born in Sunny California? What if he did not turn out to be the poster boy for Disney and settle into a multi billion dollar empire?
Meet Mick Mc Tuff. 
Born on the wrong side of Detroits rusty tracks, mutated at an early age from sniffing diesel and smelting computer memory. This desperate wretch finally found employment in a tin button factory, where he hit upon the idea of smuggling out factory rejects and selling them in alleys with his mug plastered on them. Sales were, at best, abysmal, and he now resides in a doss house awaiting trial for theft of his employers property.
Oh but for a few miles difference, and the right light on a sunny afternoon in a downtown pet shop.