I’ve always loved these sweet lyrics from The Christmas Song. Drawing santa is way too much pressure—especially when all you need is a hat and beard for the visual queue.
Just letting the negative space speak for itself. Remember my runner illustration?
I’m so into mustard. Like way. And this bright berry? It’s a vibrating color palette I’m definitely coming back to.
Such innocent lyrics needed a font that was childlike and whimsical—Soymilk is just that. These letters string together like a natural child’s handwriting. (Who needs a baseline anyway?) I’m loving the contrast in this type between the small x-height and the reaching ascenders and descenders. Embrace the shaky lines, and imperfect curves of this font—save them just for the right audience.