Ten years ago, this car became my first teacher.
Not a design course.
Not a tutorial.
Not a fancy new machine.
A car.
A Mercedes W123 - old, heavy, stubborn, and absolutely unforgettable.
This illustration you’re seeing today is not “just another vector artwork”.
It’s a remake.
A full circle moment.
My very first attempt at vector illustration - over 10 years ago - was made using a simple photo of this exact car. In fact, my second ever post on Steemit was that primitive “masterpiece”. Back then, I barely knew what I was doing… but I knew I wanted to learn.
And this car was always there.
How I Got the Car Nobody Wanted
When my sister got her driver’s license, she asked my father for a new car.
I didn’t ask for anything.
I’ve never been good at asking.
So my father pointed at that old Mercedes sitting there, forgotten.
Some rust.
The fuel gauge didn’t work.
The battery was tired and unreliable.
"That one still runs."
And just like that, it became mine.
The Daily Adventures
That Mercedes taught me humility very quickly.
I never knew how much fuel I had. Sometimes I found out by stopping… forever.
The battery loved to die at the worst possible moments.
I learned to always park downhill.
I learned that friends who push your car are real friends.
Some of my best conversations happened inside that car
sitting on those big, honest seats, listening to music, smoking cigarettes, laughing, waiting for the engine to start again.
Sometimes it did.
Sometimes… we pushed.
It wasn’t frustration.
It was freedom.
Years later, with better tools, more experience, and (hopefully) better taste,
I felt it was time to revisit that moment.
This illustration is my way of saying:
Thank you to my first car,
Thank you to my failed first attempts at art,
Thank you to the nights, the friends, the patience, and the journey.
The Mercedes W123 wasn’t fast.
It wasn’t perfect.
But it was reliable in the way that matters.
Just like consistency in art.
Sometimes your first “broken” tools teach you more than brand-new ones ever could.
If this illustration made you feel something - nostalgia, curiosity, or just appreciation for old machines that refuse to die - then it did its job.
For those who enjoy the raw structure behind the work - here’s the skeleton.
Thanks for stopping by.
And thanks for pushing… even if it’s just an upvote.
