I am a professional Illustrator and Designer, specializing in the creation of custom vehicle concepts for the automotive industry. Much of my work involves the modification of classics and collectible cars for the aftermarket sector. I have developed a number of vehicles which have won accolades in print, and many top awards at events like the SEMA Show in Las Vegas, the Barrett-Jackson Cup in Reno, as well as Ridler Award Great-8 and Goodguys Street Machine and Custom Rod of the Year, among others.
My work has appeared on television and in movies like The Fast and the Furious.
My Mission To consistently provide the ultimate in design creativity and customer service, with an experience and artistic vision that is second to none.
While working to raise the standard of automotive illustration, I seek to educate the public with regard to the labor and sacrifice required to create a work of fine art through tutorials, step-by-step breakdowns of the work and mentoring.
Who Am I? I'm the guy who designs the stuff that they leave my name off of.
Often called “The Man Who Will Write the Funniest Suicide Note of All-Time”, he can often be found wandering his Studio late at night, wiping what could be paint, might be blood from a brush. He has drunk deep from the chalice of regret, and forged a path to become an unknown.
But it hasn’t all come as easily as an oil stain on a fresh concrete floor.
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What do drawing hot rods and custom cars, sweeping a shop, and drawing a fat lady sitting on an overturned bucket all have in common? They can come together, and lead you to a glorious career in illustration and hot rod design! It worked for Brian, although his results may not be typical. Thank whatever god it is you may worship for that.
As a kid, our odd, Brian wanted to be an automotive engineer. A stylist, A designer. The next Harley Earl… or, at the very least, the guy who came up with the split rear seat in a Camaro. Exposing the hump… Brilliant. Sounds like something you’d read in the Us Weekly. ‘Hollywood Legend Caught in Midnight Tryst With Talk Show Diva: Exclusive Photos Expose the Hump that Rocked the Hills’. What were we talking about? Oh yeah, engineering.
Brian started down that road. Mathematics, Engineering, real Science-y stuff. Sadly, his youthful mind was filled with visions of fast cars, girls, parties…. Imagine walking from a room full of guys talking slide rules and angles, and wandering into a room loaded with laughter, girls, music …and naked models. Yes sir, the Fine Art building. Or ‘Home’ as he called it. A trek to the Administration offices, and he was on to a new major: Fine Art. Building on his natural skills for drawing, our subject honed skills in painting, sculpture, printmaking, design, typography, and balancing a full-time job and building his Chevelle from garage-based basket case to boulevard-cruising basket case. Jobs in auto parts stores, collision shops and more gave him experience in how things were put together, and what it took to build a car, manage a project and so-on. Between this work, he’d draw and paint. Life drawing classes were a constant stream of oddly-proportioned models and strange fruit and dinnerware. Our boy honed observational sketching, art history and technique, and hit on girls. When he wasn’t hitting on those girls, he’d hit on other girls. “Art,” he famously said, “seems to involve a lot of girls and booze and strange fruits arranged on ugly dinnerware. I can totally do this if it pays.”
As is often the case, fantasy and reality share little in common.
A fast lane career that was a blur of painting, drawing, partying and working would land Brian where many high rollers before him find themselves: In a cubicle. It was during those flourescent-lit years that Brian came to realize his true calling: He would be one broke-ass motherfucker working for himself, drawing cars. Never before had those words held so much promise (and truth). Asked if he’s change anything about his career or where it has led him, he grows decidedly serious, and advises budding artists to forget all of that, and become a dentist.
‘Those guys make a shitload of cash,” Brian says.