You know, I always try to admire someone who does their own lettering. it’s brave, in a way, if they know better, and no harm, presumably, if they don’t. But this is hinky. There’s no cohesiveness.
Not wild about the faux drips, either.
Worst crime: no indication whatsoever of what the book is ABOUT, what the genre is…nada. THAT is bad.
Willscream for ice cream.
You know, I always try to admire someone who does their own lettering. it’s brave, in a way, if they know better, and no harm, presumably, if they don’t. But this is hinky. There’s no cohesiveness.
Not wild about the faux drips, either.
Worst crime: no indication whatsoever of what the book is ABOUT, what the genre is…nada. THAT is bad.
I wanna call that font Bleeding Papyrus.
You win. Well played, sir.
Like John Merrick, “I’ve tried so hard to be good.”
I’ve seen plenty of lens flares on photographs, but never a photograph of a lens flare.
It’s obvious what the book is about. It’s about a quest for union. And, you know, willstorm. Hmmm….OK, you’re right. No clue.
When author William has a brainstorm, he calls it a Willstorm. Just guessing, but seems to fit.