Tiny machines
Soft little heroes, suspiciously serious jobs, and hard silhouettes with big feelings.
I’m Mack. I make tiny machines, printed worlds, suspicious merchandise, and jokes with enough structure to stand up.


“If the joke has rules, it can become a world.”
Small machines. Heroic infrastructure. Printed junk. Fan culture. Jokes with enough internal logic to become worlds.
The work moves between playmats, character families, fake park posters, bootleg shirts, and identity systems. Different formats, same appetite for useful nonsense.
Soft little heroes, suspiciously serious jobs, and hard silhouettes with big feelings.
Posters, playmats, shirts, and paper objects that deserve physical space.
A dumb joke becomes a world once all the details agree with each other.
Tape, scraps, grain, fingerprints, and enough structure to keep the mess readable.
If your brief is clear, strange, or beautifully unreasonable, send it over. If it is only two of those things, we can probably fix that.
Tell me the weird part ↗