FOR personal reasons I’d rather not discuss here, I found myself this past week at a Philippine government agency seeking financial assistance for a surgical procedure I need to have done but cannot afford. Prior to going to this agency, located a good hour or so (over 200 pesos) away from where I live, I wanted to ensure that once I committed to making the trip, I’d have all the required documents for my grant application.
It goes without saying that government offices here aren’t necessarily the most citizen friendly places (memory: spending 12 hours just to have my picture taken for my driver’s license years ago). I figured this to be especially true at a place where citizens present were of the desperate sort, needing money for medical bills, just like me. Accepting the notion that my entire day may just very well be spent at this agency, I wanted to make sure that it would be worth it, that I didn’t have to go back there on some other day with so-and-so’s signature or this-and-that document.
AT our studio, Toolbox D, we have a saying.
“We are not artists.”
Our calling cards have that line saying “Not an artist” and it often causes people to ask us what it means. After all, we do graphics and layout and writing and that’s most likely the reason we’re showing our card to these people in the first place. It’s a conversation starter and it allows us to talk about a very important distinction about how we see our work and how we believe all of our peers in our industry should too.
Below the line are our official designations. And most of us have the designation “graphic designer.”
We are not artists. We are designers.
Are they different? Yes.
story by Martin Villanueva
art by Kenneth Umali
Posted in Duh!
Tagged comic, copy, girls, humor
I’M a creative writing major, and I teach CW at my alma mater two days out of the work week, when I’m not at my copywriting job with a design studio. Needless to say, I’ve pledged my allegiance to the concept of the physical, printed-and-bound book countless times, even amid having students who admit to doing most of their reading online.
I’m equally fascinated and hesitant about the Web, more so about notions that it will be the primary venue from which we consume our literature and attain our knowledge. The hesitance has something to do with the democracy of it all, the cliched (yet very dangerously true) idea that it’s all there, the good and the bad, collectively making what for me is often white noise. Because of this, I was quite excited when I chanced upon an article entitled “Publishing in the Age of the Internet” by Adrian Shaughnessy this morning. I’m drawn to the desires of its author to pursue publishing books about design in this age of Web.