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Check out the Kickstarter here.
At roughly 15 inches tall this MadCat from spaceart.de might be worth your hard earned €455 ($622). There’s “two left” so all you’d need is some 1/35 scale hills and you and a friend could make like the old men in the park with their outdoor chess games. If you’re not interested, perhaps the three foot long Enterprise will tickle your fancy.
This is might be old news for some, but a while back Lego had a collection of lego mecha that would make some great flair for your bookshelf or desk. I can’t bring myself to link to their site, so feel free to google exo-force.
I recently came across this and was so enchanted I had to re-post. Doyle, with his encapsulated scenes, presents slices of imaginative – and occasionally dark – fragmentary dramas.
Artist’s statement from thomasdoyle.net:
My work mines the debris of memory through the creation of intricate worlds sculpted in 1:43 scale and smaller. Often sealed under glass, the works depict the remnants of things past—whether major, transformational experiences, or the quieter moments that resonate loudly throughout a life. In much the way the mind recalls events through the fog of time, the works distort reality through a warped and dreamlike lens.
The pieces’ radically reduced scales evoke feelings of omnipotence—as well as the visceral sensation of unbidden memory recall. Hovering above the glass, the viewer approaches these worlds as an all-seeing eye, looking down upon landscapes that dwarf and threaten the figures within.
Conversely, the private intensity of moments rendered in such a small scale draws the viewer in, allowing for the intimacy one might feel peering into a museum display case or dollhouse. Though surrounded by chaos, hazard, and longing, the figures’ faces betray little emotion, inviting viewers to lose themselves in these crucibles—and in the jumble of feelings and memories they elicit.
The glass itself contains and compresses the world within it, seeming to suspend time itself—with all its accompanying anguish, fear, and bliss. By sealing the works in this fashion, I hope to distill the debris of human experience down to single, fragile moments. Like blackboxes bobbing in the flotsam, these works wait for discovery, each an indelible record of human memory.