Posted by Otto Robba in Webdesign on 05. Jun, 2010 | No Comments
Presenting to you the home for the usenet software Smoothnews. Smoothnews is an app developed under Smoothsofts, aiming to provide users with a great platform with which to use usenet while remaining familiar to all mac users. I was tasked with building the website and the app icon. The website had to, essentially, perform well [...]
I was part of the team developing the new website for the Nepaids (Aids Education and Prevention Center). Tasked with finding a visual identity that fit, making it highly accessible and working with a huge library of assets, it was not easy reaching the goal but it has been met.
New design, this time it got printed!! What is there not to like?? It is a Carnivore Plant Gone Vegetarian!!
I wanted something to write on my wall, something that was clear and stated a personal truth.
Design made for shirt.woot. Original theme was ‘Blue’. From this I derived the classic picture of the singing whale, in this case, singing the blues. Figers crossed, I like this design and I’d love to see it printed by them.
While walking around the street I managed to snap a few interesting photos, be it for the subject itself or for the ‘eye-candy’ quality found in some of them.
I was inspired and looking forward to practicing with inkpens, so I got a photo for reference and started sketching. Mainly a material and technique study.
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.
Posted by Otto Robba in Poesia, Writings on 09. Dec, 2007 | No Comments
Bárbarie sem explicação,
Monstros da nação!
Marca estampada
Duma sociedade atrasada!
Mal-encarado e encardido,
É bandido!
Fardado e armado,
É prezado!
Acidente na avenida
Foi só dar a partida!
Choros abafados,
Amores atrasados.
Cidadão! Mande avisar lá!
Que hoje em casa ninguém chegará!
Uns tantos e outros mais,
Criamos filhos sem pais.
Sem religião, sem ciência, sem cultura
Ninguém tem a cura.
Mas todos acreditam na constituição…
E todos acreditam no futuro da nação.
Quem vê bolso não vê coração,
Moda da televisão.
Tubos de raios catódicos
E bandidos metódicos.
Cidadão! Acorda pra cuspir!
Chega de gente a te extorquir!
Leia, pense, fale e estude
E tome uma porra duma atitude!!!
Posted by Otto Robba in Poesia, Writings on 08. Dec, 2007 | No Comments
Quem dera poder desenhar
Meros gestos no ar
Grafite a flutuar
Rascunhos a formar
Quem dera poder pintar
Meros gestos no ar
Tinta a flutuar
Imagens a caminhar
Quem dera poder voar
Meros gestos no ar
Corpos a flutuar
Vidas a definhar
Quem dera poder juntar
Meros gestos no ar
Palavras a flutuar
Túmulos a sepultar
Quem dera o místico
E o realístico
E o artístico
Uno fossem
Posted by Otto Robba in Poesia, Writings on 07. Dec, 2007 | No Comments
Vagamos como andarilhos,
Caminhamos na ponta dos pés nos trilhos.
Equilibra-mo-nos com nossa trouxa de roupas
Mas as amarras, tão frouxas!
Nossos trecos caídos no chão,
Estamos tão longe da estação,
Dentre as quinquilharias, fotos de anos findados,
Sorrisos lapidados, telhas cobertas e narizes tampados.
Éramos felizes em nossa ignorância
Como fossem coisas de infância.
Mas perdemos o hábito de acreditar,
No instante que passamos a pensar.
Desejos e sonhos de herança,
Um velho lampejo de esperança:
Tudo o que temos para seguir nesse intento,
O trem nos espera neste lado bento.
Chapéu em mãos,
Juntos de criação,
Nunca paramos de caminhar;
Um dia a estação há de chegar!
Tão certo quanto é terra que estamos a pisar!
Não chegando, só fé sobrará
Que em tempo ela lá estará.
Posted by Otto Robba in Poetry on 06. Dec, 2007 | No Comments
As certain as you can see
You know how it is gonna be.
Like paint on the wall,
Like when leaves fall.
Get up from the floor, you never were a religious man.
Take off that ring, we know what you became.
Don’t try to calm us, we are not tame,
Don’t dare to explain, we are not insane.
Tearing and ripping
Leaflets on the floor,
Politics out of the door
Don’t try to run, we are everywhere
It is time we collect the fare
For all you have done
Don’t even think of throwing us a bone
We are done chewing lies
We would give you time for your last words
But that only applies to mankind
Not for something that has no mind,
You’re a monster, you’re a freak.
Posted by Otto Robba in Poetry on 05. Dec, 2007 | No Comments
Going back and forth from being damned,
Our lifes we had not yet as our own claimed
In an old and worn book
Rest the secrets that we took.
We hope that what we share
Reaches wondrous destinations,
These beautiful creations.
Yellow feathers
Are long in the past.
We want to get out fast,
Out of the cage at last.
We spread our wings, we know how fly,
No longer afraid to die
We knock down the door
Scraping high above the floor
We might fall.
We might fly.
We might… and in hoping we find reason
As to why this is the birds season.