EASTER Chicks Gone Wild

Plaseebo is pleased to announce a new sculpt by Bob Conge that will be the basis for an Ultra Lim­ited series of customs to be offered over the coming year. This one of a kind custom “EASTER Chick Gone Wild” is the first in Plaseebo’s Ultra Limited “Chicks Gone Wild” series. This is a 8 inch high hand cast resin painted and signed by Conge.

Here is the backstory:

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Remember all those yellow baby balls of fuzz and feathers taken from their mothers at three days old and offered for sale at Easter from the five and dime or Agway stores ? Quasi parents would offer them to their mauling offspring as cute and cuddly temporal pets to go peeping through the next three weeks or so until the malnourished and exhausted chicks lost their novelty and outgrew their cuteness.

A few were fortunate enough to be dropped off at local farms as orphans to live out life at the bottom of the pecking order. The majority however met a much less desirable end. By mid April the annual country wide genocide was in full swing at the hands of unfeeling nazified mothers and fathers. A flush of the toilet and they were done till next March. Thus annually reenforcing the unspoken lesson for their children, “If you are not cute, you are worthless !”

Well as chicken karma would have it, in 1958 some of the besieged chicks were dumped one night on a dirt road near an abandoned farm in Alamagordo New Mexico. The empty farm sat on the fringe of the Nevada Proving Ground for atmospheric atomic testing and the lost chicks found endless fields of irradiated corn and ponds filled with water that would glow green at night.

Only two years later they were thirty-eight feet tall and were eating everything they could pick apart with their razor sharp beaks. Throwbacks to their dinosaur ancestors, they began attacking cars on lonely night highways and eating the tasty humans inside the metal eggs.

How cute.




Plaseebo at the NY Toy Fair

Plaseebo is pleased to represented at the 2013 New York Toy Fair February 10 thru13.
The “Mars Attack Misfit Robot” will be on display at the Toy Tokyo Booth #5032

The one of a kind custom “Mars Attack” robot is the third in Plaseebo’s Ultra Limited “MISFITS” series. This is a 9 inch high hand cast resin of Bob’s original sculpt. Hand painted and signed by Conge. The body chamber is filled with a magical mix of slowly moving gel colors and shapes illuminated from the back by a switched color changing LED unit that has replaceable batteries.

You can read “The Misfits” back-story here: http://www.plaseebo.net/news/backstories/the-misfits/



Plaseebo named Customizer Of The Year by Plastic and Plush

We are pleased and humbled by this award.

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“GNAW The OBESE” WIP sculpt

Coming in early 2013

Kaiju Eyezon 5th Anniversary Show

Pleaseebo is pleased to have been invited to create a custom for the Kaiju Eyezon 5th Anniversary Show.

Here is the one-off custom “Eyezon Tank” by Bob

With the internal LED unit switched on.

Recent works at Phillips Fine Art

“THE TOY AS ART” would be a befitting phrase to describe the arena my recent work inhabits. These are pieces inspired by the vivid memories of a fervent belief in the likes of Santa and Frankenstein, the tragic loss of that vibrant reality and on occasion my revulsion with the reality of today. My pieces find expression in the form of small sculptural figures in vinyl or resin and large folio limited edition prints.

Night Gamer Misfit Robot

“The Misfits”

Introducing a new sculpt by Bob Conge and Ultra Limited series of customs from Plaseebo, “The Misfits”.

                                                              “The Misfits”  backstory  © Bob Conge 2012

A familiar face at the Avon flea market every Sunday since the 60’s, Walter would spend the cooler mornings in search of the maimed and abandoned toys of children no longer. He rarely paid more than ten or fifteen cents a piece for the ravaged figures as most were missing limbs or heads. The collection being assembled was not about condition, resale or profit.

These were much more than idols made of plastic and vinyl, for Walter could feel the spirits and hear the distant laughter of the many children who had once worshiped these love-worn toys. To him, these toys were markers in lives unfolding, indelibly printed with the character of those who had played with them so many years ago. Holding each one in his now aging hand, he would listen to its story and wonder what had become of the child later in life.

Walter enjoyed many comfortable evenings with the collection in the old farm house nestled in the rolling hills of upstate New York. He had retired here after a lifetime of inventing and designing useful things for various companies and then spent the next twenty some years assembling the collection that now filled not only all three floors of the house, but his barn as well.

This past winter Walter began working on his Geppetto project. He hoped to design a system to capture the psychic energy he felt being released from the old toys and use it to power the robot toy he was building.

It was now late fall and the the robot body, complete with arms and legs, sat on the work bench awaiting its head and power source. It was one of those unusually warm and sun filled days that are so rare this time of year, perhaps the last one before the snow would again cocoon Walter with his collection for another winter. Drawn by the cunning day, he found himself walking through the Naples yellow fields beyond the barn. Feeling the liability of his eighty plus years, he sat down beneath the comfort of the large and singular Maple in the middle of the fields warmth and fell asleep.

Walter was awakened by the voices of children to find he was covered by what looked like a soft blanket of diamonds glistening in the moonlight. He stood up wondering why he did not feel the cold of this night. The answer came as he looked down to his snow covered body still lying beneath the tree.

Long before this ground became tillable it was the now long forgotten cemetery for the Crowhaven orphanage, who’s stone foundations still shown through the grass here and there at the edge of the woods. The field has been home these many years to those unknown children for whom no one came, save the reaper. Moving like curious cats, the children slowly floated over to Walter wherein he invited them to come to the house to see his toys.

As they entered the house, there on the workbench sat the headless robot with its power source window glowing in an array of changing colors like a miniature aurora borealis. The rest of that winter and many since found Walter building other robot bodies and the children selecting various heads from the collection to sit atop them. Misfits one and all.

This is the first “MISFIT” figure in the series:

“The Night Gamer Misfit Robot”

“The Night Gamer Misfit Robot”

“The Night Gamer Misfit Robot”

“The Night Gamer Misfit Robot” / LED units on in darkened room.

Plaseebo plans to release six of the 9 inch one of a kind Misfit customs over the next 12 months. Each Misfit custom will be based on the new body sculpt in hand cast resin but will have a different head and hand paint.

The body chamber is filled with a magical mix of slowly moving gel colors and shapes illuminated from the back by a switched color changing LED unit that also lights the interior of the head.

And here are some other possible future Misfit customs:

“Mickeybaby Misfit”

“Mr Freeze Misfit”