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 on 06. Jun, 2010 | No Comments
Brotam as palavras na primavera das letras,
Despojadas de pudor,
Repletas de cor.
Nesse jardim que tanto cuidei e colhi,
Sinto que por amor,
quase o perdi.
Sinto que por amor,
venci.
Pois deixei minha memória em grãos
Para o vento levar
Para as formigas comerem.
Deixei a memória da minha mão na sua coxa,
A lembrança do seu cabelo escondendo seu rosto,
A memória do seu cheiro, do seu gosto.
Não deixei por descuido nem desapego,
Deixei com razão – pra alimentar a terra
e fazer crescer o que há no coração.
Hoje temos frutas frescas no pé,
Beijos plantados nos lábios,
servidos na cama, servidos no café.
Posted by Otto Robba in Poesia on 01. Jun, 2010 | No Comments
A distância por maldade
fabrica mais e mais saudade.
Vinte e dois longos anos à parte,
Separando a musa de quem faz arte.
Não existe nada melhor
Do que te puxar pra mim
Não existe nada pior
Que ficar longe assim.
A distância deu espaço,
pro beijo, pro abraço.
As letras cederam,
Os pais concederam.
Espaço.
Posted by Otto Robba in Poetry on 19. May, 2010 | No Comments
Fallen angels make for a pretty metaphor
but they were useful only before
and today we find ourselves
laid as old books in dusty shelves.
Worn out and tired, bitter in the end
A story that scrapes the skin as if made of sand.
Our bleeding knees are on the floor,
The father figure is at the door.
If one day we can make our escape,
Relegating all that we once knew and once had,
Burning the mattress as we lay on the bed,
My sweet butterfly, I fear we might
die.
Posted by Otto Robba in Poesia on 16. May, 2010 | No Comments
A mão estendida espera a chuva que não cai,
A vassoura atrás da porta é pra visita que não sai.
Mas aos poucos a água vai pingar,
Aos poucos do seu coração
a visita vai se apossar.
Membros partidos tem tempo pra sarar,
Corações antigos tem tempo pra amar.
Pois se você ainda quer, dá tempo,
Não deixe seu cavalo ao relento,
dá tempo,
de sair na chuva.
Posted by Otto Robba in Poesia on 16. May, 2010 | No Comments
Os lugares estão vazios
mas a lembrança permanece e
suspiro,
a dor não me esquece.
Memórias que criamos
de onde visitamos
me assombram no presente -
queria que o casal se beijando
fosse a gente.
E aqui estou eu, segurando essa torrente de sentimentos,
Uma represa de memórias de momentos.
Como eu queria poder te abraçar
e assim o tempo passar.