A diet of high life, hot dogs & mustard really helps the process. The whole time you're wondering what sort of evolutionary theories explain the deep animal draw to shiny objects. You may wake up with 800 grit sandpaper stuck to your shirt and realize the paint is drying in the spray gun. There's a deep concern for hand grease, compulsive hand-washing, wondering if the respirator filter is spent..
This is not my job; more so something to get lost in after a day of being a construction guy. Every one of these seems to steer it's own direction at some point. Working in a narrow spectrum, but trying to make it your own, sort of. People love touching and fingering new paint jobs, rubbing dirt into them. I printed these decals, don't worry. Hours of sanding, dog hair in the wind. Thanks to anyone who's encouraged me or been confident enough to hand over a tank and pour paint over it! I got lost, where'd the time go?
-Zach's new tank.. Z&Z fab bros. narrowed, massaged, de-tunneled, 1.6 gallons of fun, smoked salmon schmear.
-My personal tank, redone, revisited. Backyard brown.