mercredi 6 juin 2012

Early typographic tests and friend failure, a sad story

Once, when I was a teenager, my best friend who was playing in a hard-rock band asked me if I could draw a logo for the group.
It took me about a week of intensive brainstorming, but finally I came up with something I thought was valuable.
When all excited I showed them the drawing the next week, they looked at the paper with disbelief and started to laugh. My friend was laughing too and also looking at me with disappointment. I'll never forget that look on his face.
That was my first memory of artistic fail and it hurted a lot. I decided I wouldn't do any handlettering anymore. Ever.
But lately the need to do it again was too important to just turn away from it. It was hard to produce something because I've been drawing with that unpleasant hollow in the stomach. But finally I managed to do it without feeling too miserable.
Thanks schmuck.

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