Vector art and the talented artists who create it


Eric Feng, a.k.a. Freic, draws images of what might be called constructs, combining mechanical elements with stylized forms from humans, birds, insects and other animals.

He draws them in elegant vector lines, usually monochromatic, but with delicate traceries of softer tones and transparencies, giving them a feeling of depth and x-ray dimensionality. The resulting drawings have a charm and informality that belies their vector origin.

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His entities have a charming whimsical appeal and are fascinating in their blending of the mechanical and natural forms. A bobbin-headed, Buddha-faced, doll-like character fishes out of the head of an elephantine mechanism apparently equipped for water and air travel. Owls have wheels. His Buddha-faced child wears an airplane. Mechanical birds sit in trees, and monkeys perch on the branches of a mechanical tree.

The galleries on his site, Fericstudio, are divided into Fevolution I, Fevoultion II and Inside Out.

In the still image galleries, many of the drawings have options to view enlargements or image variations.

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Here are a few words from the artist:

“At first, I planned to package my works around some glorious theory. Then I thought to myself— “what’s the point of misleading my readers with a lie?“ I then realized it‘d be better to simply be myself and share what lies deep within my heart with everyone.

So, then where should I start?

I have loved drawing and making sketches since I was little. At first I thought I simply liked to draw. Then I realized that it’s not that simple. Drawing is not just a tool to express my creativity; it has become an addiction. Mysteriously, it pulls me into a different space inside my body. I can’t really put my finger on the exact location of that space. It’s somewhere in the left side underneath my heart. I can feel the pulsation of that space almost in sync with my heartbeat. To my astonishment, I met another me in that mysterious space. That “me” is only about five or six years old. He looks like he’s never had a haircut. To be more precise, his whole body is covered with hair. He skips and jumps when he walks. He reminds me of a monkey. Yes, he is just like a wild monkey. As we have to share the same name, we decide that I will use Eric, my first name, and he can use Feng, my last name. Somehow a word with four letters is still too cumbersome for him, so he just asks me to call him F.

Maybe it’s because F has never communicated with the outside world that his logic is entirely different from mine. How should I put it? His logic is totally illogical, and, rebellious. Maybe the only thing we have in common is our shared passion for drawing. Even then, our styles are like night and day. Despite our differences, our time together always brings me indescribable joy as we both enjoy creating art so much.

It’s weird that F never asks me where I come from. It seems that he takes my existence for granted. We never talk about this. I guess he will never know if I don’t tell him about myself. And it doesn’t matter. When F and I are together, we are unfettered by time or space. We inspire each other and communicate with each other through art.

I love drawing. It pushes the door to creativity. But what is it about creating art that fascinates me the most? It’s like doing drugs. Creating art gives me the high (or you could simply say „Creating art makes me high“). On the other hand, it comes with unbearable side effects. After the high comes a feeling of void and emptiness, a realization of how dependent I am on creating art. I guess this is the price I have to pay for my addiction. The more I draw, the more addicted I become. Every time I draw, my judgment and sense of reality are compromised. I can (or „will“ enter a world of imagination and illusion but after I finish drawing, I am thrown back into reality and a deeper sense of pain and emptiness. Yet (somehow), I enjoy this kind of torture as art is an addiction I simply cannot imagine living without.

And how does F look at creating art? I don’t think he feels anything in particular because, to him, that is life.

Around three a.m. a couple of days ago, I was working on some unfinished project in my studio when suddenly somebody tapped me on my left shoulder. I turned and saw F standing there. Before I could ask him how he showed up in my studio, he looked through the window and pointed at the sky, asking me if I felt any waves of pulsation from the dark yonder. F said that it is his heartbeat.”

– Eric Feng

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  • vector-ious

    This stuff is amazing. I love the way he has used transparancy to give his creatures dimension. It looks like a great deal of thought went into each. I want to see more work like this.
    Does anyone have any similar work out there?

  • Such depth. How original and playful.

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