I need to go to bed... like, now.

...You know, before I kill something. With my pencil sharpener.

I'm still a beginner at photoshop coloring. So yeah. It is a frustrating endeavor. I'm trying to find a style for the "prologue" of Namesake, which is a flashback. I tried a bunch of things. Ended up choosing this Burton-esque coloring. Which is good enough. I guess. The words are weird. The drawing looks so organic that any computerized font looks terrible. But it needs to be readable. I hate you FONT! I HATE ALL OF YOU. DIE FONTS DIE.

It's 2h30 am. I've been trying to color for about 5 hours. I fail. 

I'm still okay with the result and considering my photoshop skills aren't going to improve overnight, i'll guess i'll just go with this.

Probably make it less dark though. It's too dark right?

Yeah, only showing one panel. Because full pages are still a secret!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Paler version : (with different font)



In other news, I'm really starting to hate the street people in Montréal. I found the ones in Ottawa to be pretty chill. I even had long conversations with a few. And here in Montréal, the street wiseman was awesome. But some other guys. They suck.

I'm at a subway station, this guy comes up to me to give me his little story ("I'm not from here, I need 4 bucks for the bus blah blah blah"). I'm nice enough, I turn my ipod off. Listen to his little story. Decide to look for change. I say, as I open my wallet "I don't know if I have any change". 

Guy replies : "It's okay, i'll take that five dollars bill right there."
What? No. Don't tell me what to give you. Uncool man.
I end up pulling out a two dollars coin (yes, we have those in Canada) and give it to him because it's my only change.

The guy looks at the money, gives me an evil glare, and walks away. No thank you. Nothing. Dude. I didn't have to give you anything! I worked for that money! That's 20 minutes of my time! Right there! The least you could do is say THANKS. JAYSUS YOU IMPOLITE F*CKER!

I don't mind giving my money. Truly, it makes me feel good to help someone out. But this type of attitude makes me want to reach and take it back. Or kick his teeth in. A thank you doesn't cost anything. And if you are asking for money, it's a part of the interaction. People don't "owe" anything to street people. It's a choice for them to do what they do the same way it is our choice to give them change, a warm meal, a conversation...

This guy makes the other guys look bad. If I ever see him again, i'm going to ignore the loving crap out of him. And donate to the guy 5 steps away. WHILE GIVING HIM A GLARE. YEAH DUDE. SEE THIS? F*CK YOU. F*CK YOU YOU IMPOLITE DINOSAUR.

Here ends my anger for the day.

Sleep now. Oh god sleep.

- Isa

EDIT : 



OKAY THIS MAKES IT BETTER KTHX

Urgh.

 Wow, this weekend was frustrating. I wanted to use the whole weekend to work. And for some reason, it's like any talent I had leaked out of me. This was a frustrating weekend. I kept trying and trying until I decided "Screw this", cleaned the apartment a bit and went to eat with a friend on St-Denis street. This was not productive. URGH.

I did manage to finish the image for the bag. Yay.



*goes to eat blueberries and break some crayons*

- Isa