Just arrived from Dudebox is the Mo Money Bunny 7.5-inch Dude figure designed by Mark Gmehling.
Mark Gmehling is one of the leading names in German Street Art, and
is best known for his digital illustration and animations (see video
below for proof). His creations are the perfect fit for us here at
Dudebox. In his world everything is possible, including an interview
with us, so we had a sit down to go over what drives his imagination
wild!
Aug 11, 2012
by tenacious toys
10:00 AM
Dave Webb has been killin it recently... definitely progressing in his customizing skills. This 7" Raffy custom shows his strong sculptural style and color sense. I love it. This one was FREE and was the Golden Ticket prize for Dave's blind box series he released a while back. You can most likely commission Dave to make on like this for yourself.
by Anonymous
6:38 AM
Amazing artwork from Fplus, read this all and enjoy this piece!
As he ventures deep into the harsh and inhospitable nether regions of the outlying area simply known as "The Wastes", he knows he can not go back now, not when he has come so far. The Ghouls and horrors he has seen along the way would have broken most men, but not the knight they have grown to affectionately call "The Stag" (from his name sake, Sir Taenius of the Alussion Gardens). As he struggles to gain purchase up the slippery cliffside, he realizes the toll the trip has taken on him. It would be so easy to let himself go and slide like a forgotten doll, back down the jagged slope into the unforgiving darkness. From the faint, yet savage sounds below, there is no doubt of monsters laying in wait in that impossibly black pit. All manner of creature poised with anxious ferocity, for his inevitable misstep. He pictures the face of his beloved. Her night sky hair, like gently spun onyx. Her eyes, deep as the great oceans, and as hypnotic as the waves on their shores. Her stunning beauty, quickly replaced by the twisted face of her certain terror. It burns our hero in his chest, like he just swallowed a fistful of white hot coal.
With freshly stoked determination, he pulled his heavily armored body over the summit, standing to find the lost Cemetery of the Ghonne. The graveyard that lay in front of him was chillingly desolate and bereft of even the whispers of wind. The Ghonne, a cult of dark alchemists that serve their Demon masters beyond the veil of mortality, had a reputation for blood rituals. in their last days, they had kidnapped and killed every member of a small neighboring village, resulting in an all out attack by the Queen's guard, where every member of the cult was slain without quarter, and their entire village was turned into a graveyard, the ground salted, and every building set aflame.
It was rumored that this place was haunted by the vengeful spirits of those Dark artisans, but the Stag knew the truth of it. It was no rumor, he had seen that Nightmarish angel with his own eyes, with skin that must have been made of blue flames, the alchemical symbols on his robe unmistakable to his scholarly eyes. The monster that took his love was some how related to the Ghonne, and this God forsaken place was undoubtedly where it had taken her. As he wandered deeper into the seemingly endless dead lands, the silence was broken, by the unearthly sound he had first heard a few days prior. As the sound grew, so did a faint purple glow in the distant fog. With a slight reluctance, the stag pressed forward, now seeing a familiar blue color framed by the purple glow. as the mist parted, and the vague features came into focus, he stood, more than slightly stunned at the realization, that odd, faint sound was of flesh burning with the blue flame of a Demon.
Fear struck him like a ram charging headfirst into an anvil. The Demon was looking right at him--no, right at his very soul. As he raised his blood soaked battle axe for combat, the Demon's mouth opened to make a cacophony of sound. It was like a thousand guttural voices screaming in pain all at once, yet somehow he understood the message with crystal clarity: "Death is infinite". Just then, the ground began to tremble and split with the same haunting blue light erupting from below. As the land beneath shifted, arms started to burst forth violently from the blighted ground, as the restless corpses of the Ghonne cultists started to frantically grasp at his cape and armor.
The Stag stood frozen, absolutely shocked as the dark world in front of him transformed into an absolute masterpiece of certain death. This time, he did not think of giving up, but of something his father told him "Bravery is not about being fearless in the face of danger; bravery is when you are filled to the brim with fear, and you fight with everything you have despite it."
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As he ventures deep into the harsh and inhospitable nether regions of the outlying area simply known as "The Wastes", he knows he can not go back now, not when he has come so far. The Ghouls and horrors he has seen along the way would have broken most men, but not the knight they have grown to affectionately call "The Stag" (from his name sake, Sir Taenius of the Alussion Gardens). As he struggles to gain purchase up the slippery cliffside, he realizes the toll the trip has taken on him. It would be so easy to let himself go and slide like a forgotten doll, back down the jagged slope into the unforgiving darkness. From the faint, yet savage sounds below, there is no doubt of monsters laying in wait in that impossibly black pit. All manner of creature poised with anxious ferocity, for his inevitable misstep. He pictures the face of his beloved. Her night sky hair, like gently spun onyx. Her eyes, deep as the great oceans, and as hypnotic as the waves on their shores. Her stunning beauty, quickly replaced by the twisted face of her certain terror. It burns our hero in his chest, like he just swallowed a fistful of white hot coal.
With freshly stoked determination, he pulled his heavily armored body over the summit, standing to find the lost Cemetery of the Ghonne. The graveyard that lay in front of him was chillingly desolate and bereft of even the whispers of wind. The Ghonne, a cult of dark alchemists that serve their Demon masters beyond the veil of mortality, had a reputation for blood rituals. in their last days, they had kidnapped and killed every member of a small neighboring village, resulting in an all out attack by the Queen's guard, where every member of the cult was slain without quarter, and their entire village was turned into a graveyard, the ground salted, and every building set aflame.
It was rumored that this place was haunted by the vengeful spirits of those Dark artisans, but the Stag knew the truth of it. It was no rumor, he had seen that Nightmarish angel with his own eyes, with skin that must have been made of blue flames, the alchemical symbols on his robe unmistakable to his scholarly eyes. The monster that took his love was some how related to the Ghonne, and this God forsaken place was undoubtedly where it had taken her. As he wandered deeper into the seemingly endless dead lands, the silence was broken, by the unearthly sound he had first heard a few days prior. As the sound grew, so did a faint purple glow in the distant fog. With a slight reluctance, the stag pressed forward, now seeing a familiar blue color framed by the purple glow. as the mist parted, and the vague features came into focus, he stood, more than slightly stunned at the realization, that odd, faint sound was of flesh burning with the blue flame of a Demon.
Fear struck him like a ram charging headfirst into an anvil. The Demon was looking right at him--no, right at his very soul. As he raised his blood soaked battle axe for combat, the Demon's mouth opened to make a cacophony of sound. It was like a thousand guttural voices screaming in pain all at once, yet somehow he understood the message with crystal clarity: "Death is infinite". Just then, the ground began to tremble and split with the same haunting blue light erupting from below. As the land beneath shifted, arms started to burst forth violently from the blighted ground, as the restless corpses of the Ghonne cultists started to frantically grasp at his cape and armor.
The Stag stood frozen, absolutely shocked as the dark world in front of him transformed into an absolute masterpiece of certain death. This time, he did not think of giving up, but of something his father told him "Bravery is not about being fearless in the face of danger; bravery is when you are filled to the brim with fear, and you fight with everything you have despite it."
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Aug 10, 2012
by tenacious toys
9:31 AM
Just arrived from Dudebox is this Nom Nom & Pinky 7.5-inch figure designed by Andreas Krapf!
German born Andreas Krapf graduated in Communication
Design at the University of Applied Sciences Würzburg in 2009. The
following year he relocated to the great city of Hamburg to open a store
where he could sell his designs under the name of “denada”. The
originality of his designs,. consisting of fantasy monsters and funny
creatures, is emphasised by their facial expressions and gestures. He
tries to achieve a mixture of weirdness and cuteness in order to
generate an emotional response.
Read an interview with Andreas Krapf here.
by tenacious toys
9:00 AM
"There Will Be Blood" is the latest custom by artist Davemarkart aka Dave Webb. This time he chose a 4" Munny as the platform to create this goblin/gremlin creature. Again using super sculpey and then hand painting him with acrylics, The Will Be Blood features a matte finish with the eyes having a high gloss finish. This would be a killer addition to anyone's collection... And it's available in Dave's online shop at storenvy.com
by tenacious toys
8:47 AM
Our buddy Christopher Moore of We Become Monsters has just announced today's NECROLAMEICON resin release! 8/10/12 at 5pm EST. $12 each at webecomemonsters.com
Necrolameicons are 2.5 inches tall and will be shipped in a random color. Also, free 2x3 mini slab while supplies last for any purchase!
Purchasers are also of course, as all buyers of We Become Monsters toys, entered for random drawings to get a 4x6 WBM Slab, our waste reduction program that turns waste resin into art. Liking www.facebook.com/webecomemonsters also adds another chance for a Slab.
These are hand made and hand cast - you may find small imperfections - this is to be expected.
Necrolameicons are 2.5 inches tall and will be shipped in a random color. Also, free 2x3 mini slab while supplies last for any purchase!
Purchasers are also of course, as all buyers of We Become Monsters toys, entered for random drawings to get a 4x6 WBM Slab, our waste reduction program that turns waste resin into art. Liking www.facebook.com/webecomemonsters also adds another chance for a Slab.
These are hand made and hand cast - you may find small imperfections - this is to be expected.
Aug 9, 2012
by Anonymous
4:00 PM
The latest custom Trikky (7 inch) from Roar with Lukas, called P.J. Nightshot.
"P.J has been around for a long time now. Armed with his old analog camera,
he roams the streets like a ghost at night, captures the darkest corners as well as the bright city lights.
His hands are trained to be steady thus he has no problem taking crisp sharp images even in the dead of the night."
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"P.J has been around for a long time now. Armed with his old analog camera,
he roams the streets like a ghost at night, captures the darkest corners as well as the bright city lights.
His hands are trained to be steady thus he has no problem taking crisp sharp images even in the dead of the night."
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by Anonymous
2:00 PM
I say....outstanding job on this custom Chuckboy by JFury.
Robo Clown, 3 inch Dunny
by Anonymous
1:00 PM
Here are two absolutely stunning 7 inch Munny's from VILORIA-ARTS.
Agila The Wind King, 7 inch Munny
Tetros The Earth King , 7 inch Munny
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by Anonymous
12:00 PM
Shawn Wigs is all over bullets and resin these days. Look at these crazy works!
Bullet Shells ..... Kaws figurine 8 inch
Spent Bullet 3 inch Dunny
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