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Conception and evolution of the “Zobat” logo
Sketches
1st Draft
2nd Draft
Final versions
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Letterhead Front
Letterhead Back
Business Card Front
Business Card Back
Email zobatofficial@gmail.com
Twitter @Zo_Bat
Envelope
Identity kit design with logo and business information
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Inital designs and drafts
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Graphic Design I final project: Create a company logo. Created a indie gaming company called Kilter Games. Initial ideas, typographic logo, and final design included.
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Typographic logo
Final version
T-shirt with logo
Logo splash screen animation
Business Card front
Business Card back
Zobat@KilterGames.com Business Number: (424)213-0191
Address:
111 8th Ave, New York, NY 10011
Kiltergames.com
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Graphic Design II: 11 x 17� Music poster
Graphic Design I: 11x17� Movie Poster under the romantic comedy genre
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Graphic Design I: 11x17� Movie poster utilizing the horror genre
Client: 12x19� Flyer and poster for a club at Fairleigh Dickinson University
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All of the designs incorporated were submitted to a T-shirt design contest for Gumi’s mobile application game, Brave Frontier.
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was said, forget my purpose. I mumble over my words trying to conjure thoughts and ideas, and yet... I can no longer speak. I become mute. My ideas become whimsical, and my voice lost in the hollow winds. I make plans that I cannot keep, I start conversations I cannot finish. I start writing that I will never get back to. My normality has kept me bed-ridden, sad, alone. Alienated from my own family. Keeping me tied to the chains of “Am I stagnation and predictability. Yet I find myself ever so surprised to muster up the so blind that I cannot see the strength to get out of bed, and to go about my days. Days, long with truth?” “Can I not see what is in front of my eyes, hours and wrought with pain. Pain from my normality, and blinding my thoughts?” “Are their no boundaries to acts I perregret of my decisions. form?” Questions, with only answers, a man can answer. My normality is my defense. My defense How far would you go to be normal? How far would you go to stand out? Now ask against the world outside of these walls of yourself how far would you go for others? The people you love. The people you hate. Those my room. It saves my life, saved my with no discretion. Those with no suggestion. Those who conform. Do you consider yourself to innocence. Nevertheless my normality swayed easily? In the end, we are all normal. Our parents will convince us of our unique personality, or keeps my bad habits, feeds my bad the ‘special thing’ they see in our eyes. Our familaugh, ly’s will love us, until the day that we die addictions, feeds my dark sins. in our respective ways. Easy. But, why does we love, we experi- that matter? When the world comes What is my normality? crashing through your door, you will see ence, we anger, we forget, we how special you are. How your It is the manifestation of life loses meaning. How you will become remember. Humans become unique. the bane of your own existence. my habits. The ones that You will become your own worst enemy, Each to their own. Normality fades away the and your best friend. Those hinder my creativity, and con“friends” around you will disappear, moment we are born into this world. We strive to the ones you love will forget strain my ideas. It keeps about you. You will become part of a group, and yet subconsciously lose hope in yourself, and fall my thoughts in limbo, it into despair. But call out to our souls. We bring out if you are lucky, you will not holds my persona back, waver. You our personalities, and throw them as will survive, and live. Others it keeps me safe. will die far out as someone can reach. Waiting,at the hands of their sorrow, Normality.. is not their for someone to bait the hook. As drugs, their love, their sins, the manifestaand similar as some seem, we forget their suicides. What keeps you apart our experiences, and our trifles and from the unlucky? Nothing. It does tribulations. Humans are different. not matter. But you can look at yourself And yet, I can never shake the feeling of in the mirror, in disgust of how you look, being normal. The haunting feeling of being unsat- and thank the ones who gave you that isfied, and unmotivated. Viewing the world, as luck. “Be brave, be youthful, be yourself ”, you if it we predictable and stagnant. There is mutter, as you visualize the gifts you have been given. You so much life around me, but inside remember what they sacrificed, and tion how much of a waste you have become. How you have half-assed is the residue of my of the humost of your life. How you failed their expectations. And the gift that you give man condithem in return is the life you continue you live. You are not apart from the unlucky. We sit next to them, waittion to be ing for the train to take us to our next destination. You are normal. You will live, and you will die. You will leave no part of a legacy, and your childrens’ children will forget you. You will be forgotten in this oversaturated world full group. It is not of normals. You will die unfulfilled, and regretful. With nothing but the end of time to think the desire to about. There will be no heaven and there will be no hell. Just constant, neverending time become part of in a void of nothingness. With no hope, and no light. You are just like everyone else. pop culture’s You are normal. Will you let this stop you? Will you cry? Will you forget? “norm”. It is, Will you go to the internet, and speak your heart? Will you cut your flesh? the inability Will jump off those buildings? Will you burn your soul?... to break These realities, the ones that surround us, keep us from being the norout the walls you mal people we are. We dance, we built around yourself. To become something more than just yourself. To become... yourself.
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Becoming normal, condemns you to eternal damnation within yourself. The hatred of yourself, building up until you can take it no more. We go to therapy, and we talk to friends but it does not make us feel better. We confide in others with no avail. And those who build that hatred, become another news article about suicide. We forget our friends, and become hermits. We forget our family, and become outcasts. We forget our morals, and become killers and sinners. Sin. A stain on one’s soul.
Computer Layout I: Experimental typography using a poem
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Don’t Be
STUPID
The probability of somebody watching you is proportional to the stupidity of your actions.
Stop. Think. Think.
Think some more. You never know whomay be w a t c h i n g .
Computer Layout II: Two tone 11 x 17” Poster
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Digital line art of Metroid’s Samus Aran
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Digital painting of RWBY’s Ruby Rose
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18x24� Charcoal drawing of plant and bamboo
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1 of 5 in the “Lines of Reality” series, done with black and white film
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2 of 5 in the “Lines of Reality” series, done with black and white film
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3 of 5 in the “Lines of Reality” series, done with black and white film
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4 of 5 in the “Lines of Reality” series, done with black and white film
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5 of 5 in the “Lines of Reality” series, done with black and white film
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