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 Poesia on 09. Dec, 2009 | No Comments
Vivemos rápido demais,
É tudo máquina e movimento que
até esquecemos do formato
de um beijo na pele nua ao vento.
O calor humano está perdido no ar
Sem nunca em pele nenhuma
jamais encostar.
Eu quase chorei por nós todos
Mas não tinha lágrimas;
deixo isso pros outros.
Queria poder sentar e deixar
por entre os dedos o tempo passar
como grãos de areia sem se
preocupar onde a ventania
vai os levar.
Se você não percebeu, estou perdendo
as horas de sono
pensando em você e
tudo aquilo
que um simples abraço
pode conter.
Posted by Otto Robba in Poetry on 06. Dec, 2009 | No Comments
Your mouth smiles
At my perverted thoughts,
Arced lips stretching afar,
Nobody knows who we really are.
You laughed once when faking the truth,
You laughed twice when they told you
To laugh no more.
Then we both laughed
And our cheeks got sore.
Cold feet is not a problem;
We will just warm up in the bed.
Nothing left to be said.
Let’s just go ahead and show
our whimsical and twisted
smiles.
Posted by Otto Robba in Poesia on 05. Dec, 2009 | No Comments
É um tratamento psicológico
de um problema morfológico.
Como moldar palavras pra rimar
Sem a forma original fora da forma forçar?
Acaba assim, falando tudo engraçado,
Meio sem jeito, meio aloprado.
Sucessão de vocábulos fora do cotidiano,
Só a poesia te canta todo ano.
Se a primavera já se foi, tudo bem,
Será de novo ano que vem.
Haverá a chegada da vida nos sentidos;
Chega desses silêncios reprimidos.
Posted by Otto Robba in Poesia on 05. Dec, 2009 | No Comments
O infinito pisca verde e disfarçado
-Preso num relógio, não pode ser tocado.
Temos poeira nos olhos e esfregamos pra ver,
Ele observa nossa rotina;
Sem parar pra pensar nem ser
Os dentes, a mala, as cortinas.
Chaves.
Partimos.
Andamos, dirigimos, trabalhamos, dirigimos, andamos,
Voltamos.
Cansados e sem saber fazer das palavras rimas,
Obstinados por algo maior sem perceber;
O infinito continua sem ceder,
Piscando no despertador,
incansável, soberano e cheio de rancor.
Nos deitamos aterrorizados pelos números;
Amanhã eles se repetem.
E nós também.
Deus nos ajude.
Posted by Otto Robba in Poesia on 04. Dec, 2009 | No Comments
É uma canção que começa simples
no acorde da desarmonia.
É uma canção que conhece
na ignorância companhia.
É uma canção de ninar cantada
Pra gente que já nasce cansada.
É um toque da morte no vale da vida,
É esquecer qualquer linha já escrita.
É uma canção faminta e depravada
de notas brutas enraizadas
Na estupidez humana.
É uma canção louca que se repete;
Toda semana.