You have a graphing calculator, a math book open and a few sheets of binder paper. I have a tree worth of paper scattered across the floor, shards of paper lost in the carpet, the same clothes on from two days ago, books strewn across the floor and I gotta leave for class in an hour.
What’s my point? I’m not just a guy who takes a picture, adds text and sells it. We are not Graphic Artists. Graphic Artists and Graphic Design is like Civil Engineering and Sybil Sheppard—two very different things. I don’t do graphics. I spend as much time meddling in Illustrator and Photoshop as I spend rubbing peanut butter are strangers’ feet; that’s not a lot of time. So yes, that word GRAPHIC ARTIST, I am very touchy, very sensitive. I’m analog. I’m a robot. But I’m creative. Problem Statement. Brainstorm. Research. Brainstorm. Concept Development. Edits. Refinements. Edits. Refinements. Final. Final. Then 10 minutes tracing a logo in Illustrator. Yep. No mosaic filters for me. Ask 99dollarlogos.com for that.
Ooh. I’m touchy touchy. How many people know what an InDesign is? That’s where I’m at. My 3 minutes of snobbiness concludes. I apologize. I’m bitter.







