A simple thing with too much criteria becomes complicated. No matter how you define your meaning of “simple” it’s still complicated, because of all that criteria you demand. “owh make it look same”. “make it look aligned”. “change the colour”. “ one colour’s too simple”. “give me this design etc etc”. “i want it to look like this, but I give you all the creative freedom you want”.

Seriously,if you managed to squeeze any of your own signature within all those demands, you’ve possibly gone nuts. What exactly can be made from all that?

yes you possibly wouldn’t understand a single word of any of this, but anyway I need to get this off my chest.But if you’re really curious you can always ask, I’ll clarify it.

 

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