There's taking pictures, and then there's "taking" pictures...

I possess no talent for drawing, or sketching, or painting-hell, even for coloring with crayons. "Useless" is a suitably good word to describe how I feel when staring at a blank sheet of paper, and no one has asked for an essay in under 500 words, or so much as a folded paper airplane.

I don't even like my own handwriting...

I wish I could draw. I envy the people who are disgustingly good at it. And I envy them mostly because they can create fascinating things-creatures, other people, shapes, and colors, and all manner of strange worlds from out of their own imaginations, from using just their own fingertips.

Me? A stick figure with its head on fire was about the most visually compelling thing my artistic capabilities could produce.

And then I discovered Photoshop... 

I. fucking. love. Adobe Photoshop. I have now what I would describe as a voracious hunger to create digital art. And yet... And yet, I'm not particularly proud of the way I go about doing it.

You see, I would definitely characterize my artistic process as "predatory." The world wide web is where I go hunting for images and photographs. It's like the African Savanna, teeming with big game and life and color and beautiful scenery that's been carefully formed by some very gifted photographers. But I don't hunt as a lion. No, I'm more akin to a jackal. And just like any other beast that makes its meal from the hard work of some other larger creature, when I find the colorful aftermath of another artist who's done some truly fine work on a photograph, I grab a piece ...and bite it off. No permission is asked. None is ever given. Next, what I take is broken down, and combined into a new composite until I finally have something that best resembles what I saw in my head and what I wanted to achieve visually.

Not to digress, but my process could also be described as "perfectionism on cocaine meets adderall." Hours have been spent tweaking each and every element that I bring into an image: the lighting, the position, the filtering effects. Look at the picture above. Thirty minutes or more was lost in deciding just how high the lady and the child's feet should appear off the ground: five pixels or seven and a half. Predictably, it can take a long time before any project I've been working on is as "finished" as I'm willing to let them become finished, and then posted online.

I love what I'm finally able to create, and I love the creation process, but the act of thievery still bothers me and opens up an unsettling question.

Am I really an artist, now? I do create. Or, am I just a thief of other people's work... I create using other people's creations.

Where do you draw the line?

(no pun intended)

-NMC

I designed these for MJ back when she was regularly going to the gym. Pretty basic stuff, but the idea wasn't to impress so much as it was to motivate.

There's actually a story behind the "No Parking" sign.

MJ was doing what they call a "combat workout." Lots of intense aerobic exercise, as you might imagine, for long periods of time and with very little breaks.

At some point, about when she was ready to drop to the floor and die–hopefully, no one else would notice, MJ looked out the window and saw a "No Parking" sign. Funny, but it actually inspired to her to keep going. I made this Photoshop image as a reminder.

-NMC

The Accidental Professional

I didn’t go to school to become a graphic artist. Hell, I didn’t go to school to get into advertising either… But through a series of chance encounters, strange coincidences, and plain dumb luck (Lady Fortune is said to have a soft spot for idiots), I wound up in the creative department of a successful advertising firm. Copywriting, radio production, filming for TV, I was doing it all. Then one day my boss says, “Hey, make me some digital ads, too.” And so I became a graphic artist of sorts.

Welcome to my humble little blog. I’ll post my photoshop projects here from time to time (such as they are), as well as anything else that gets my creative electricity firing. Thanks for visiting!

-NMC