Thanks! I’m equally impressed with your photography!
My path to learning Illustrator was a strange one. When I started in the printing industry about eleven years ago, the company I worked for used Freehand for vector artwork. At the time, it was a more user-friendly program than Illustrator. However most people would’ve agreed that Illustrator was still the superior vector drawing application. I used Freehand until Macromedia was sucked up by Adobe, and then the whole industry had no choice but to switch to Illustrator.
I got by as a mediocre Illustrator user for awhile, and then about three years ago I went to work for a packaging company. The outgoing prepress guru showed me how to do simple mechanical drawing in Illustrator. This concept blew my mind, as I had always thought that sort of thing could only be accomplished with a CAD program. After a couple years creating dielines for various cartons and other paper products, I decided to try my hand at making “art” with Illustrator.
My number one rule is to turn on the “smart guides.” Most artists I know hate them, and they can seem annoying at first, but I find them immensely helpful.
To get started, do a little “digital tracing.” This is what I still do most of the time. You can place a pixel-based image like a photograph into Illustrator, and then use the simple drawing tools to trace over it, then gradually refine it until you have a decent piece of vector art.
At least he knows a lot of words now. There’s nothing like breaching the language barrier to make things a little easier. Thank goodness we have trustworthy family members nearby! They’re lifesavers on evenings like this, when we want to have a mid-week date night.
Considering that William has been with us for over two of those years, it’s been a whirlwind. But I wouldn’t want it any other way, and my love for my wife has only increased during the time I’ve known her.
And anyone, regardless of their sexual orientation, should be able to experience that same whirlwind of love, stress, and every emotion in-between, without fear of persecution.
Office Innuendos, vol. 74
In the more than two years since William’s arrival, we’ve never had a full-on, total colon evacuation, poop-in-the-bathtub incident.
Spending seven hours trying to re-calibrate a proofer, only to have the color management software throw out an error message that gives you no choice but to cancel the entire process, effectively destroying a full day’s worth of work.
Also, a special shout-out to the local electric company, who originally screwed up the proofer by turning off the power in the middle of the afternoon one day last week.
If anyone was wondering why I haven’t posted much lately, now you know.
Sometimes when I’m talking to coworkers on the phone, I wish I could do my best Ackbar impersonation and yell that line into the phone, and then hang up abruptly.