TOMONOSHi!
Racing
Collection 001
Medium: Oil Pastels
TOMONOSHi! Racing
Speed
and
smudge
TOMONOSHi! Racing – Speed and Smudge
Racing is chaos—dust rising, engines screaming, wheels barely gripping the earth beneath. And yet, the cars themselves? They are pure personality. TOMONOSHi! Racing captures that spirit—not through precision, but through play.
Oil pastels are unpredictable, messy, and alive, much like the off-road and derby racing I admire. They force me to embrace imperfection, to leave behind hesitation and simply create. Working with them feels instinctual, childlike—just picking them up and drawing, no second-guessing. Like a kid dumping out their box of toy cars and lining them up for action.
Every piece in this collection is 8x8 inches, intentionally compact to reinforce their toy-like nature. They feel like objects to be picked up and moved around—a miniature world of racing, encased in custom yakisugi frames I crafted from found materials. The frames themselves carry a story, charred and marked by time, contrasting with the vibrancy and imperfection of the pastels. They act like a toy box, a curated space where these playful cars live.
The shapes, the numbers, the stripped-down details—we’ve seen so many cars that our minds fill in the gaps. It’s an illusion, an invitation to imagine.
TOMONOSHi! Racing is about coolness and playfulness, about energy and style. It channels the untamed aesthetic of 70s dirt racing, when cars had personality, when racers wore their identities as boldly as the numbers on their doors. Smudges, fingerprints, rough edges—evidence of creation, of movement, of play.
These drawings aren't just images of race cars. They are the toys. They are speed frozen in time. They are the thrill, the dust, the motion—all packed into the chaotic smears of pastel.
Adventure Awaits…
with love + imagination
-MR. TOMONOSHi!
#1
Pure American Muscle
Big, loud, unapologetic—Car #1 is a beast built for the dirt. An American classic with muscle to spare, it’s all torque, all aggression, all attitude. The kind of machine that snarls at the starting line and throws down the moment the flag drops.
Under the hood? Power. No frills, no gimmicks—just raw horsepower begging to be let loose. It’s got the stance of a heavyweight fighter, its broad frame cutting through the dust like a war machine on wheels. Wide tires, jutting fenders, the kind of silhouette that makes everyone step back and admire.
Pink might look playful, but make no mistake—this car is built to rumble. It leaves tracks in the dirt, echoes in the stands, and a lasting impression on anyone lucky enough to see it fly by. This is racing the way it was meant to be—messy, gritty, unfiltered speed.
tomonoshi! racing
racing in color, living in motion.
#8
The Balanced Contender
Patience. Precision. Consistency. Car #8 isn’t the fastest off the line, nor the flashiest on the track—but when the dust settles, it’s the one still standing. Stout and steady, it takes every corner with calculated ease, keeping its composure while others oversteer, overshoot, and overheat.
This machine is balanced in every way—grip for tight turns, acceleration when it counts, speed that doesn’t falter under pressure. It’s the turtle that beats the hare, watching others burn out while it maintains the perfect rhythm, gliding past them in the final stretch.
You don’t drive Car #8 with brute force—you drive it with confidence. It’s the kind of car that wins not by chaos, but by control. And when victory comes? It’s no surprise—just strategy, execution, and knowing exactly when to strike.
tomonoshi! racing
the road is the playground.
#3
The Corner King
Low, stable, and built to hug the track—Car #3 thrives where others falter. Whether it’s carving tight corners on pavement or kicking up dust in the dirt, this machine grips the ground like it owns it.
It’s got a low center of gravity, making it a dream for drifting and slicing through turns at impossible angles. Not just brute force, but calculated aggression—the kind of car that knows when to push and when to pull back, riding the edge between control and chaos.
Its boxy frame isn’t just for show—it cuts through the air with purpose, balanced like a fighter ready to strike. A street racer’s dream, a dirt track assassin, Car #3 doesn’t just chase speed—it owns every inch of the road it touches.
Slide it, send it, trust it. This is precision in motion.
tomonoshi! racing
speed, smudge, and style.
#77
The Straight-Line Blaster
Speed. Raw, unrelenting, unforgiving speed. Car #77 isn’t here to dance through corners—it’s here to launch. From the moment the flag drops, it erupts forward in a boosted start, leaving the competition scrambling to catch up.
Built for straight-ahead domination, it’s a machine that doesn’t hesitate. The chassis is dialed in for pure acceleration, every ounce of power funneled into charging forward like a missile locked onto its target. But speed comes at a cost—this beast fights you in the turns, demanding control, precision, and guts to keep it on course.
It’s bright, bold, impossible to ignore. A streak of orange fury tearing down the track, carving through the dust, setting the tone for what real horsepower looks like. Hold on tight, because when 77 hits the boost, there’s no looking back.
tomonoshi! racing
play fast, stay wild.
#22
The Red Demon
Compact, agile, and wickedly fast—Car #22 doesn’t just race, it haunts the competition. This machine is smooth no matter the terrain, slicing through dirt, asphalt, and gravel like it was built for all of them.
Its sleek frame isn’t just for show—every curve, every angle is designed for effortless control, letting it slip through tight gaps and hug turns without breaking momentum. It’s not brute force; it’s pure precision, speed dialed in to perfection, with the kind of handling that makes even the roughest tracks feel effortless.
Stylish? Absolutely. Fast? No doubt. But it’s the way Car #22 moves that makes it legendary—it’s cool under pressure, unfazed by chaos, always in command. Whether it’s tearing down a straightaway or weaving through tight corners, this car doesn’t fight the road—it owns it.
tomonoshi! racing
the art of speed.
#17
The Road Hog
Big. Brutal. Unstoppable. Car #17 isn’t worried about finesse or speed—it’s here to clear the way. A heavyweight machine built to hold its ground, push others aside, and take hits without flinching.
Its massive frame and reinforced body make it a force of destruction, designed to absorb impact and dish out punishment. It’s slow, sure—but it doesn’t need to be fast when it can simply claim the road. In the chaos of the race, it’s not just surviving—it’s controlling the flow, forcing others to adjust around it or suffer the consequences.
It doesn’t weave through traffic—it plows through. It doesn’t dodge—it takes the hit and keeps moving. This machine is a rolling fortress, and once it locks onto its path, nothing is stopping it.
Forget grace—Car #17 is here to intimidate, dominate, and leave a mark on the track.
tomonoshi! racing
racing in color, living in motion.
#55
The Yellow Shadow
No nonsense. No theatrics. Just endurance. Car #55 is the kind of machine that keeps going when others break down—it thrives on long hauls, rough roads, and whatever the race throws its way.
The journeyman of the pack, it’s built for circumstance, adaptation, survival. Whether it’s tearing through uneven terrain or grinding through relentless laps, it never falters, never gives in. Others might burn bright and fast—but 55? It keeps its rhythm, unfazed, unshaken.
It takes the hits. Keeps rolling. While others fight for attention, Car 55 gets the job done. Underestimated, underappreciated—but never outmatched. When the dust settles, it’s still standing, proving again why durability beats fragility every single time.
This isn’t a car that seeks glory. It’s a car that earns respect.
tomonoshi! racing
where motion meets imagination.
Final lap
TOMONOSHi! Racing is more than a collection of oil pastel drawings—it’s a celebration of movement, personality, and play.
Each car, each smudge, each frame tells a story of speed, grit, and imagination, capturing the essence of racing as both art and instinct. Through messy strokes and toy-like forms, these machines become more than mere representations—they become the game itself, inviting the viewer to feel the thrill, the dust, the raw energy of the road.
Encased in charred, time-worn frames, they hold onto the history of racing—the imperfections, the victories, the moments that define both competition and creativity. In the end,
TOMONOSHi! Racing is an ode to motion and memory, a reminder that speed isn’t just about winning—it’s about the ride, the play, the adventure.
Adventure Awaits…
with love + imagination
-MR. TOMONOSHi!