Posted by Otto Robba in Concept Art on 09. Mar, 2010 | 1 Comment
I will be straightforward: I love comic books. That said, I have had this story laying around for a while and it is bugging me to get out. In order to practice and see what style would work for it, I started trying. This is one of the results.
A group of sketches and studies I did on the subject of, well, hands 
. Used mostly mine for the poses, although some I drew from photographs that were provided in art classes last year. Yes, the title is a silly pun – forgive me!
A small group of sketches and studies I did based on photographic reference and the Drawing School book.
Creating a character involves a series of steps. You need to research and sketch a lot, from poses to small details. In here I show a bit of a couple of studies I did.
Design I made for a t-shirt contest at shirt.woot. Theme: ‘Birds’. Gotta love Snoopy and Dodos.
7 Designs I made for a t-shirt contest at shirt.woot. Theme: ‘Visual Pun’. They might be silly… correction, they are. Here is hoping they are funny.
A design I made for a t-shirt contest at shirt.woot. Theme is ‘National Park’.
I’m pretty sure the undead have a national park of sorts… Or not. But still!
A design I made for a t-shirt contest at shirt.woot. Theme is ‘Harvest’.
For centuries mankind has been fooled by aliens into thinking they steal our cattle for probing, science and other shenanigans. Lies.
They just want our milk-shake, it brings all the greys (and greens) to the cornfield.
A design I made for a t-shirt contest at shirt.woot. Theme was ‘Japan’. Essentially, it is a robot, a mister robot saying “You are welcome.”. All those people saying “Domo Arigato Mr.Roboto” and there never was an answer from Mr. Roboto, which seemed to me to be quite rude.
A design I made for a t-shirt contest at shirt.woot. Theme was ‘Japan’.
The basic idea is to have the ‘Kokoro’ kanji right on top of the person’s heart. Kokoro can mean heart, soul, mind, intelligence, center and core, thus the idea here was to have the rising sun as if emanating from within.
A goddess of creation, a harmonic symbol of the world, with nature’s ‘machines’ exposed, as the secrets of the universe unravel at her fingertips. Ancient societies would believe that this matriarchal figure is the one responsible for all existence and maintaining the balance in all planes. Where there is no life, she brings life. Where there is life, she must bring death. An infinite cycle, hers to command.
In a lazy afternoon I took out a pen and started sketching what I believe to be my version of the MadHatter, a character that always makes me smile. Only loses for the Chesire Cat but then again… who CAN compete with the Chesire cat? Nobody can.
As the last task in our drawing course, we had to create a character from scratch. Essentially, what character concept artists do for a living. My character is, in essence, an immortal soul bound into an immortal body, acting as a hunter and avatar of the goddess of death, Kali.
A model I made for a short-movie I never got to finish. I quite like the end result, although I must say, this is extremely old.
One of my favorite X-Men, Gambit manages to be a prick with quite a bit of flair heh. Plus, you can’t go wrong with exploding cards. I mean… c’mon. Exploding. Cards.
Posted by Otto Robba in Poetry on 16. Feb, 2010 | No Comments
Love is a scary, scary thing
and yet is worth the praise that all songs sing.
Love holds all cards close to the heart -
It sees in every end a new start.
A sloppy rhyme and a lack of rhythm,
love does not mind because beauty
love will always find.
Posted by Otto Robba in Poesia on 10. Feb, 2010 | 1 Comment
É assustador pensar
que em nada mais penso
- e em nada mais quero pensar.
Aprendi a te imaginar e agora,
viciado em você,
Não consigo parar.
Acordar sem beijo,
Andar sem companhia,
Dormir sem alegria.
Sem você, é esse meu dia à dia.
Talvez eu esteja quebrado,
um di-di-disco riscado
Mas caramba…
Quero viver do seu lado.
Pois ainda que o amor seja assustador,
Muito mais me assusta
o quanto a sua ausência
ao coração me custa.
Posted by Otto Robba in Poetry on 10. Feb, 2010 | No Comments
You used to know me so well,
my spots and stripes,
the darkness in which I dwell.
But as time passed and we changed,
as the pictures on the wall,
it was all rearranged.
Now we lie here in bed.
like two strangers
that have already met.
Posted by Otto Robba in Poesia on 07. Feb, 2010 | No Comments
A pior briga se estende
Até que não se entende
porque se brigava.
Torna-se um sem sentido sem fim,
escrita sem se ver o começo
a história caminha ao solavanco e tropeço.
Quando e se o fim chegar
Quem vai saber dizer
Por onde começar?
Posted by Otto Robba in Poesia on 01. Feb, 2010 | No Comments
O tempo nos concedeu um agrado,
Um instante em si próprio congelado.
Nos permitiu ver que as nossas horas
nós mesmos podemos fazer.
A memória toca na minha mente
Como uma música que não que parar,
Eu vejo a gente a se olhar
e perguntar o que, de nós, será.
Talvez seja muito sonho, muita loucura,
muito impulso, muito antes da hora…
Mas amor não tem cura e
Te quero é agora.