When told at the start of semester we would be creating a font based on bugs, I didn’t just groan, I freaked.
Only recently have I come to grips (aka, don’t scream and hide) with my fear of birds, and wasn’t quite sure how I was going to deal with coming up close and personal with the insect world.
See, I’m not necessarily afraid of birds and bees. I’m just not so comfortable with those creatures that can fly. I’m fine with the multiple eyes, arms, legs and other pointy things - it’s just that I don’t trust wings.
Perhaps this is the reason why (unlike many other fonts that were created) I completely avoided the subject of wings and stuck to those multiple arms and legs when creating the font…
Apart from my few… issues… it was quite enjoyable designing my own alphabet. For the first 50 hours that is. The second 50 were slightly more challenging, but being able to use my own font definitely reduced the pain (or perhaps that’s just the blur of time).
This year I decided to make my own Christmas cards. It seemed like a reasonable, and most importantly - attainable, goal at the time.
Now a month after finishing uni and proclaiming to many a friend of my plans, I find my self with the start of an illustration and not much hope of finishing it in time.
Being one of those infuriatingly impatient people who struggle to wait till Christmas before giving people their gifts, the thought of keeping this little guy under wraps (and the chance to use a Christmas pun) till next year was too much to stand.
So happy Christmas all. Your store bought cards are in the mail. If they don’t make it in time, I hope this guy will suffice. X