The toolbar was a horizontal strip (or two-column, if you knew the secret) of monochrome icons: the black arrow (Selection), the white arrow (Direct Selection), the Pen tool — that beautiful, terrifying instrument of vector torture — and the Shape tools. Every icon was drawn with a crispness that felt like a promise: we know precision matters.
If you used it then, you remember the sound of the hard drive grinding while applying a complex pathfinder operation. You remember the Zen-like focus of tracing a scanned pencil drawing, point by point. And you remember the quiet satisfaction of watching a piece of vector art scale to any size — business card to billboard — without a single pixel of degradation. adobe illustrator 2005
Saving a complex file with dozens of layers could take 10-15 seconds. Applying a drop shadow (which was still a raster effect, not a live vector one) triggered a progress bar. Crash recovery existed but was primitive; you learned to press Cmd+S (Ctrl+S) compulsively — the "save prayer." The toolbar was a horizontal strip (or two-column,
There were no curvature tools, no "smooth" brushes that respected vectors, no automatic corner rounding. You placed anchor points with the Pen, held Option (Alt) to break tangents, dragged handles to define arcs, and clicked without dragging for corners. Then you used the Direct Selection (white arrow) to nudge handles by 1pt increments, often with the grid turned on (View > Show Grid) and "Snap to Grid" active. You remember the Zen-like focus of tracing a