The art comes from a program filled with a variety of images–images presumably made by the same level of person/people cutting teeth way-back-when in a world that is now CAD driven. (If you welcome the internet, you’ve got to welcome CAD. Because some people abuse/misuse a thing does not make the thing evil.)

Instead of the artist being hired one time for one image (at a price almost no one is worth to make it affordable for the consumer), the artist(s) get paid a flat fee and/or royalties.

Given these programs, now anyone can click on an image here and a font there and create something aesthetically pleasing?

I hardly think so.

There is just as much demand for artists today as there has ever been, or did I miss something about Vincent Van Gogh? Or Oscar Wilde? Or Paul Gauguin? Or Mary Wells? Or. . .

Really, this list could go on and on.

I remember when print shops used to hire freelancers to create these types of logos. Not bad work actually. It was a great way to cut your teeth in the print business. Now, geeks with computers do the work it used to take skilled craftsmen (and women) to do.

When discussing a similar matter with Woody, here is a good example of why artists seem to be lacking in the upcoming generation. They are not needed. Simply point and click on some computer stockpiled art, and who needs a skilled professional?

Something to think about when you go get those business cards printed with a logo that isn’t designed by a human, other than to point and click a mouse.

Maybe if we all demanded better work, there might be a reason to birth some new talent. Or are we willing to let a Mac or PC program be the design masters from now on?

(Play guitar intro, up and down for background music)

Did he ever return? No, he never returned
and his fate is still unknown.

He may ride forever ‘neath the streets of Old Town.
He’s the man who never returned.

David’s wife goes down to the Downtown Station
every day at quarter past two,

And through the daily heat she hands David a sandwich
as the coaster comes rumblin’ through.

He’s the man who never returned. 
He’s the man who never returned.

That you, David?