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fm-1 Upright Ollie, 2013

69”H x 21”W x 11”D Plywood, carbon fyber, fasteners, laquer, ooze

This guileful Fyberman seduces unsuspecting humans with his innocent aw-shucks demeanor. Is it selfless bravery or narcissistic egomania that propels these sappy humans to rush headlong towards a Fyberman in distress?

Upright Olli and his dolorous demeanor are irresistible to the misguided Good Samaritans who abound in this postmodern world. Ha! They race to save this Fyberman, only to meet their own demise. Humans, don’t you know it can only end in death when you deal with this gee-whiz demon? Upright Olli brandishes an atomizer overflowing with green venom, and he is delighted to rain his poisonous perfume upon the eager humans who rush to him. The glittering, emerald mist paralyzes a victim immediately upon contact. This is merely the sparkling overture that precedes the allegro of death. This Fyberman represents the crescendo of Dr Martini’s evil symphony.

fm-2 Handsome George, 2013

78”H x 27”W x 12”D Plywood, carbon fyber, fasteners, laquer, acrylic paint, ooze

One must salute the dignity and ferocity of the human spirit. The battle escalates as humans mount strategic counterattacks to the Fyberman militia. Alas, valiant humans, the final applause goes to Dr. Martini; his indomitable armada trumps all human intervention. The latest clever concoction from the laboratory is the charming and effervescent Handsome George. Only the minions toiling under the brilliant Dr. Martini could have created the impossible-- a charismatic robot. One can not help but smile at the aptly named gentleman, with his cherubic face and beaming grin. Handsome George is a beacon of warmth and good cheer... until he brandishes his atomizer of death oil. This debonair demon has sparkling, turquoise eyes and a cascading mane of silken, alabaster hair. Handsome George's anchorman allure has proven irresistible to sentimental humans. Should we applaud humans for their continued innocence in the face of evil? Beware, mortals, all that glitters is not gold. Handsome George's mesmerizing gaze seduces victims into submission, allowing the dapper robot to spray his lethal perfume without any resistance. It seems so simple, poor humans.

fm-3 Tuber Two Face, 2014

53”H x 21”W x10”D Plywood, carbon fyber, fasteners, laquer, faux potatoes, pvc pipe, ooze

This Fyberman brings a high velocity spud canon to the crib. This new PK30 loads with Dr. Martini’s home grown bio engineered, low liquid, high mass potatoes. They offer a higher seal capacity which increases the vacuum in the spud gun chamber allowing the potatoe bomb to evacuate the barrel at 3008 psi and three times the speed of a 9mm bullet. At the lab testing grounds the scale and speed of these new spud guns would take down a human at 300 yards. Dr Martini said this Fyberman reminded him of his trips to the traveling carnivals in his youth. He visited, of course, the shooting gallery exclusively. Humans have become mere targets on his imaginary conveyor belt. This is no way to perish.

fm-4 Corsican Crusher, 2014

54”H x 25”W x 14”D Plywood, carbon fyber, fasteners, laquer, o-rings, ooze

Once again, Dr. Martini's modus operandi is a disconcerting juxtaposition of the beautiful and the profane. The Corsican Crusher presents the illusion of grace with its majestic, curvilinear rams horns. Do not be lulled into complacency; this exquisite construct is an instrument of death. How did this diabolical design come to pass? When first generation Fybermen emerged from Dr. Martini's laboratory, humans sought refuge from these hulking machines. Citizens of the world began an intensive training regimen in a valiant effort to outrun and outmaneuver these lumbering robots: ultra marathons, decathlons, mixed martial arts...anything that held out the promise of extreme fitness. Nice try, humans! Can the human form vanquish Dr. Martini? I think not. Dr. Martini responded brilliantly with a plan for the Corsican Crusher, and this high-velocity machine roared to life from his design studios. Polished twin turbo cogs form the locus of power for this design of death. These devilish cogs repeatedly crush,rip and flatten the prey. This macabre dance concludes as the courtly Crusher bows his head and dips his horns, deftly snagging the remains. Form and function unite in a chilling victory for Dr. Martini.

fm-5 Grab Masher, 2014

60”H x 37”W x 14”D Plywood, carbon fyber, fasteners, laquer, ooze Digital print by Ken Morgan

The Grab Masher is a robotic gazelle, capable of racing across any terrain. Of course, Dr. Martini has not designed a one-dimensional predator; speed is not Grab Masher's only attribute. The multidextrous Grab Masher is a veritable robotic octopus. In addition to his four explosively powerful legs, Grab Masher has two arms... six killing limbs. Dr. Martini has also blessed Grab Masher with extraordinary hand-eye coordination. Grab Masher can sprint at full stride and casually scoop its prey with 100% accuracy. The killing ritual continues as Grab Masher entraps and extinguishes the condemned with a mere twist of his vise grip. The ceremony concludes when Grab Masher collects the teeth of the human he has collared and gifts them to Beelzebub as proof of his required daily kill. Go ahead... try to escape this Fyberman grip. Humans, surrender to the inevitable!

fm-6 Alley Whacker, 2014

112”H x 36”W x 32”D Plywood, carbon fyber, fasteners, laquer, ss ball, ooze

A Fyberman of incredible elegance and agility, the alluring Alley Whacker is one of the most feared among Dr. Martini’s dazzling army of robots. Dr. Martini's loyal engineers had received shocking intelligence that civilians were cheating death by snaking through alleyways too narrow for the robust Fyberman army. Voila! They created the demurely demonic Miss Alley Whacker. Alley Whacker's slender figure and graceful stride cleverly camouflage her lethal intentions. The alluring Alley Whacker seizes her startled prey, poses them on the stylized barber chair and makes them “comfortable.” Alley Whacker then extends her long fingers and grinding tips, mercilessly compressing the victim's brain until she extinguishes all wisps of life. The delicate Miss Alley Whacker's killing ritual concludes with a black rose placed on the body, identifying that hapless human as her personal catch. After all, every Fyberman has a daily quota. No one can elude the murderous dance of the black widow, Alley Whacker. Wow, genius!

fm-7 Sewer Sloth, 2014

16”W x 81”L x 32”H Plywood, carbon fyber, fasteners, laquer, gas masks, copper and gold leaf, yarn, ooze

Don’t be fooled by the name, Sewer Sloth. This satanic fiend is speedy, strong, spry and smart. Exquisitely crafted to slither through urban sewers where panicked civilians have vainly sought refuge from the Fyberman’s death serum. Sewer Sloth can navigate this dripping, dark, poisonous terrain with ease. This omnipotent, masked marauder is impervious to noxious gases, toxic sludge, and rabid rats. Sewer Sloth is a torpedo of doom, a powerful swimmer who navigates the opaque, viscous sewer slime for unimaginable distances. Surrender, humans; escape is impossible! This bloodcurdling predator boasts an ingenious radar system that assesses its victims: Do they merit the Fyberman distinction? Is the primordial slurry their fatal destiny? Will Sewer Sloth instead relegate them to the discard pile of human waste? Trivial humans, the choice is not yours; the Fyberman army will determine your destiny. Dead or alive, we all exist to serve the exalted Dr. Martini.

fm-8 Victor the Vertical Villain, 2014

32”H x 27”D x 67”H Plywood, carbon fyber, fasteners, laquer, o-rings, B & W ZeppelinAir, ooze

Horrified civilians scatter like cockroaches. Glass and steel skyscrapers present an urban mirage, reflecting a promise of safety. Well-meaning peons toil in vain, boarding up fragile windows to stanch the relentless march of the Fybermen. Stand down, flesh and bone. Can a mere brick and mortar edifice protect against a Fyberman? Nay, I think not. These desperate, frantic efforts will not vanquish Victor the Vertical Villain. Under the guidance of the maniacal Dr. Martini, the diligent laboratory minions created Victor the Vertical Villain, a Fyberman designed to scale the heavens. The hallmark of Dr. Martini's bold design is dynamic, rotating suction cups. These whirling dervishes of death reach a crescendo at 1000 amps of energy, delivering an astonishing 3000 cubic feet per minute airflow and an explosive125 feet of water lift. The cruel yet clever vortex provides stability and lift, propelling the omnipotent Fyberman up the side of any building. Of course, man-made barricades crumble in the face of Victor's might, allowing Victor's motorized maelstrom to inhale a human from twenty feet away. The killing ritual concludes as this vicious Fyberman roars in victory and extracts all the pallid flesh from the withered skeleton, leaving a pile of desiccated bone. Is this cataclysmic death not sufficient for Dr. Martini? A second generation of Vertical Villains incorporates a 300-watt boom box to blast an eerie yet strangely alluring musical cacophony. The siren call of this monstrous melody lures civilians to seek out these lyrical vibrations and shut them down. Dare I remind you what happens when the unsuspecting humans approach Victor the Vertical Villain? Beware humans!

fm-9 Bleda 445, 2015

20”W x 14”D x 61”H Plywood, carbon fyber, fasteners, laquer, black horsehair clear acrylic, ooze

fm-10 Attila, 2015

24”W x 14”D x 70”H Plywood, carbon fyber, fasteners, laquer, red horsehair, ooze

Alert, humans! Just when you think you have seen it all, Dr. Martini initiates new and more foreboding robots that capture the vicious appeal of wild, unharnessed rabid beasts. Sober minded humans are now retreating in unimaginable fear and horror at the mere site of these two, hot off the assembly line, Fybermen: Attila and Bleda 445. These swarthy, conical headed warriors terrify with piercing pinhole eyes, short stiff necks, stocky torsos, and abbreviated appendages poised to maim with bionic carbide saws and titanium blades in lieu of hands. Designed to mutilate and murder, Attila and Bleda 445 would scare the begeebees out the most battle-hardened civilians. Attila and Bleda 445 arise from the Hun Dynasty philosophy of fear and intimidation. Surely they exhibit a formidable readiness to violate and crush the human spirit, pillage any prowess, and easily overpower their victims. To heap further disgrace and shred any scrap of dignity, all Fybermen reside in the spiritual form and exude the aura of postmortem humans as tragic ooze they carry with them. Dr. Martini outdid himself with pain and ruin. Run, humans, run!!

fm-11 Sarah Six Spot, 2015

18”W x 18”D x 67”H Plywood, carbon fyber, fasteners, laquer, jute, dental manequin, solid walnut, ooze

Sarah—what a lovely, genteel name. Marvel at the image of this perfectly designed creature scampering blithely across the surface of the water. Shudder as your serene vision collides with the reality of Sarah Six Spot. Sarah's armament is a dazzling yet profane arc of perfectly formed teeth, searching incessantly, greedily for human flesh. The diligent Martini Team had been dismayed to learn that thousands of clever civilians had migrated to island sanctuaries in order to escape the onslaught of the marching Fybermen. Hence, the magnificent Sarah Six Spot was born. Who else but the innovative Martini henchmen could have created such a wondrously eerie creature? Sarah Six Spot is a vicious amalgamation of aquatic amenities and demonic elegance. Each robotic limb is covered with cilia and sealed with Fybron®, a revolutionary coating that repels water. Sarah is a supernatural vision, immune to gravity and moonlit tides; she defies the most punishing waves and glides nimbly across the water to accost her victims. As this lethal arachnid approaches, her victims must certainly hear the violent snapping of her twenty eight gleaming teeth, sourced from earlier victims. Is that not enough? Dr. Martini does seem fond of poison. Thus, Sarah has venom-filled jaws that instantaneously induce paralysis and macerate the prey into bite-sized chunks for convenient transport back to the lab. Humans, accept your fate! You cannot defeat Dr. Martini at his own game.

fm-12 The Guilded Square, 2014

19”W x 19”D x 25”H Plywood, carbon fyber, laquer, glass jars, gold leaf, ooze

Just when you think Dr. Martini's ingenuity has reached its hellish boundaries, you spy a procession of laboratory drones marching in formation. They goose step in unison, bearing aloft a regal, golden-legged cocktail table. Their unspoken destination: Dr. Martini’s inner sanctum. At first glance, the bold yet understated table is marked by simplicity of design, shape and color, accented by carbon Fyber. Upon closer inspection, a visitor notices eighty one glimmering vials proudly arrayed atop the magnificent, square deck. What are these glittering vessels? The amber shimmer is a perplexing contrast to the impenetrable, darkness of Dr. Martini’s soul. Has fantasy become reality? These topaz gems sparkle with Johnny Mobeel’s recipe of primordial ooze. Bravo, Dr. Martini-- this gilt treasure is the inestimable wellspring of all Fyberman.

fm-13 Butcher's Delight, 2014

39”H x 22”D x 58”L Plywood, carbon fyber, fasteners, laquer, tools, aluminum

Dr. Martini is pleased to present the Butcher's Delight, designed for your meat preparation pleasure. The Butcher's Delight is an aesthetically pleasing and efficient work surface for all your slashing and mashing needs. This ingenious meat preparation station accommodates the most demanding chef or scientist. Customize the Butcher's Delight for maximum comfort and efficiency:

•Adjust the height with a flick of the wrist.

•Effortlessly roll the table to your preferred location.

•Place your slicing and dicing implements on the conveniently.

Idealistic Johnny Mobeel stands obediently at the Butcher's Delight, carving cubes of meat. In his innocence, Johnny is certain that laboratory animals lie on this table so he diligently grinds and purees the flesh in the name of research. Johnny's noble calling is to create the magic elixir that could better the lot of humankind. Poor Johnny Mobeel. The blood that splatters his apron and overflows his cauldron is human. Indeed, the Butcher's Delight is not a dream device; it's the platform of nightmares that will launch the doctor's Fyberman militia.

fm-14 Sorting Table, 2014

28”W x 48”L x 30”H Plywood, carbon fyber, laquer, plastic noodles

fm-15 Dr. Martini’s Design Station, 2015

28”W x 48”L x 30”H Plywood, carbon fyber, fasteners, laquer, curly maple picture wire, notes, Faber Castell pen

fm- 16 Arkbay, Arkbay, 2015

17”W x 30”L x 21”H Plywood, solid popular, fasteners, leather

“Arkbay, Arkbay”

These four ominous jack dogs don’t sniff, play or offer companionship but they do proffer something more sinister – the absence of light, the numbing repetition of the Marche Funebre, the final sarcophagus, sulpher, saltpeter and charcoal- that’s right the black dust of death. Those charismatic captivating pudgy balls of sweet charm magically entice even the savviest savant to waltz on the gleaming dance floor of the Elysian Fields. These Bassett like hounds may appear slow and clumsy but all they need to do, by design, is get close. Dewey-eyed civilians can’t resist taking these pets for a walk. Sad to say they neglect to notice the elaborately designed beautifully handcrafted leashes were something other than a tether. Pull doggedly and this bridle unclenches to become a deadly pull pin that liberates a pernicious shock wave taking out everything in site. The only thing this adorable mutt can fetch is a combustible conclusion.

Dr. M and his thugs continue to have a blast engineering man’s best friend, each different in its splendor but they all conceal the same repugnant black gilings in the depths of their foreboding overhang.

fm- 17 Mystique, 2015

24”W x 24”D x 73”H Plywood, carbon fyber, fasteners, laquer, yarn, manequin, found objects, ooze

“For 'tis the sport to have the enginer

Hoist with his own petar'; and 't shall go hard”

Hamlet

Wherein beats the heart of power and might? Do we assume the throne of omnipotence via armed militia, clever robotics and physical prowess or are we mere beasts laid low by carnal desire? Has the erudite genius Dr. Martini been rendered prostrate by the seductive, siren call of one of his own creations? This delectable, unforgettable vision is an archetypal paean to womanhood. Think Cleopatra, Helen of Troy, Medusa, Mother Earth...and you will understand Dr. Martini’s creation.

Dr. Martini’s intention had been to design a delicious creature, a paragon of desire, to render womanly wiles in physical form. What better way to arrest mortals in their tracks, to stun them with desire prior to the kill? But, alas, is Dr. Martini not mortal? The alluring whisper of the amazonian Mystique was a spell too powerful even for the stoic doctor. Beware to all who gaze upon Mystique. This statuesque Barbie is not a doll; she is a murderous machine. Where does one begin to capture Mystique’s transcendent beauty? Her come hither eyes beckon with the promise of private pleasure. Her dreadlocks call out to envelop you with their chestnut grandeur. The necklace that encircles her swanlike neck is a nod to Cleopatra, another of history’s classic sirens. This va-va-voom vixen boasts a round and glorious booty that is a rapper’s delight. Mystique tantalizes as she gracefully swings a shimmering tassel. Ah, Mystique is more than a tease; the tassel caches a shimmering vial of slurry. Mystique’s legs are pistons of power, graced with a delicate filigree of lace. The pièce de resistance is Mystique’s luscious ballotin of breasts. These mouth-watering buxom cupcakes render Dr. Martini helpless. The despot of desire, the tyrant of titillation - - - Dr. Martini begs for Mystique’s beneficence as he worships at the shrine of womanhood.