Here is a page full of B's:
And here is some doodling from a client kickoff meeting:
Flourish are hard. These are atrocious.
A little ditty surfaced during an ol' western pool party* that has stuck around in my household. I want to make some art around this strange and special lyric:
She's my third-person mama / and I'm her fractal-faced man
I'd like to approach it as a combo of illustration and hand-lettered type. But how does one illustrate the abstract concept of a third person mama? Or a fractal faced man?
To clarify, its a "you shoulda been there" kind of saying that has special meaning to the select few humans who were there during this lyric's inception, and I'm illustrating it for an audience who understands it, but the challenge of the interpretation remains.
This will be an ongoing exploration. Stay tuned!
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