The following imagery was made through many gruling hours of sketching, inking, tracing, and, of course, markering. Well maybe not gruling, but hey, I can exagerate if I want. It’s cool.
The act jumping and falling from a plane is something I would prefer to leave to paratroopers, wanting to do it for fun is something I’ll never understand. While being in a constant state of freefall is very healthy, the landing isn’t. So, really, do the benefits out weigh the risks?
Stalking through sewers, smoking cigarettes, and wearing old sunglasses, this Mutant Goldfish is not somebody you’d want to tango with. Luckily he only comes on vellum, or tucked inside a jpeg. Originally, this bad boy was fabricated to thank everyone for my first one-hundred page views on Deviantart.
Inspired by a road trip, this illustration depicts the monotony of city highways, albeit a little exaggerated. The signs were painted by a then amateur signpainter-typographer.
An evil genious by the name of Dr. Buford Jones, Phd. devised this robot. Residing in the south-west United States, Buford was a very biased man. His prized creation speaks fluent Texanese, and although his body is very wiry, Mr. Robo Texan is the buffest russler in the west, toting 15 seven-shooter pistols.
Copyright Brian Zick © 2003–2008