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I am Dely, a Graphic Designer. I have been working with projects of different sizes and with companies from all over the world for more than 9 years now. Several workplaces and loads of different projects have greatly shaped me as a professional.

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I specialize in creating graphic content – logos, brand identity, packaging, digital ads and print design. From the whole spectrum of my services, I find the development of new packaging concepts the most satisfying.

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When I start any design project, I strive to develop unique high quality concepts. Contact me if you want to develop a new product packaging, renew your corporate identity or, overall, to strengthen the visual appeal of your business. Check out my work!


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Dr. Emma Russell is pretty sure she has the world's Titan problem figured out. When looking at things from a blended prospective of ancient myth and contemporary science, she's convinced that her theory makes perfect sense.

You see, these giant creatures that keep popping up around the world may seem like mindless, mountain-sized monsters to the average layman. In fact one of these rampagers killed Emma's own son and ripped her family apart as it ravaged San Francisco just a few years ago. But that tragedy drove her to pursue some intense study (as well as driving her photographer husband, Mark, to alcoholism and a separation from her), and she found that the creatures are much more than mindless.

They are, quite plainly, the Earth's defense mechanism.

Think about it: When mankind creates too many environmental disasters, spreads too much pollution or unleashes too much destructive war, things have to be balanced out. They must be set right. So the Earth itself sends out a radioactive beastie or two to level the human playing field, to eliminate the "infection," if you will. Once a sizable part of the human "pestilence" is done away with, then nature will reestablish balance, and things can get growing once again.

Emma, along with a few other radical environmentalists, believes the only hope for humanity's survival is to unleash the Titans' monstrous destruction on a worldwide scale. Sort of like ripping off a deadly Band-Aid. Sure, it'll be difficult. But in the end, it's the only feasible solution, Emma believes.

So Emma secretly manipulates the resources of a shadowy monster-management agency known as Monarch, not to track or monitor the creatures, but to spur their rage to a full boil. She creates a bio acoustic audio pulse generator called the Orca. (It was a project she and her estranged husband, Mark, began work on to communicate with whales years before.) With this device, a user can mimic the call of the Titans' Alpha, the sound they all submit to. And thus she can drive them to do her bidding. At least that's the goal.

But what if this brilliant scientist is wrong? What if her machinations actually cause a full-out Titan war that engulfs and destroys the world so completely that humanity might not just be purged, but forced into extinction? Who or what will save mankind from total destruction?

Can you say … Godzilla?


ALADDIN (Movie Review)

What would you do with three wishes granted by a genie?

That's a pretty big question, especially for a guy like Aladdin. He's never had anything. After losing his parents as a boy, he's had only his wits and his pickpocket skills to call his own. Well, that and a little monkey sidekick named Abu. But trust me, having a monkey as your only parental authority (as Aladdin wryly observes) is no picnic.

So when Aladdin gets his hands on a magic lamp and finds that it's inhabited by a huge blue genie that will give him almost anything he wants, he has to think about things a bit.

I mean, he could wish to be wealthy beyond measure. He could have castles and servants. He could be incredibly powerful. But even the genie himself warns that drinking from that cup is never fulfilling. "There's never enough," the wispy blue giant says as he puffs forth from the lamp's spout. And Aladdin can see the wisdom in that.

What he wants more than anything is the love of a princess. You see, Aladdin had serendipitously met the Sultan's beautiful daughter, Jasmine, quite by accident in the city marketplace. He was there seeking a little sustenance for the day. Princess Jasmine was there in disguise, seeking insight into the people of her kingdom. But what they both found was a little unexpected romance: A smile. A laugh. A moment together with no boundaries of class.

Of course, a meager thief can't hope to woo the daughter of a sultan, no matter how charming he may be. And the genie warns that there are certain things such as causing someone to fall in love or raising the dead that are outside the purview of even his great big cosmic powers.

But there may yet be a way. Aladdin just needs to be careful about his choices, about how he uses the potent magic wishes that the genie bestows.

But his plan faces one major obstacle: Jafar, the wicked vizier to the Sultan. He's the power-hungry sorcerer who sent Aladdin crawling into a cave seeking out the magic lamp in the first place. If Jafar got his hands on the lamp, well, there's no telling what horrible things that man might do.

So Aladdin must be wise. He must consider carefully.

What would you do with three wishes?



Want job security? Be a hitman. If you’re a bad one, you’ll still likely have a job ‘til you die. And if you’re John Wick, your shady employers will make it nearly impossible to quit.

Actually, he did quit. Once. He chucked his weapons, bought a nice car and settled down with his new wife, Helen. But then his wife died and Russian gangsters killed his dog. Next thing you know, he’s slaughtering folks left and right, as if he’d never left the biz. Forget Wick pocketing an AARP card. With him, everything is “AARG!” and “AACK!” and “GET THAT ICE PICK OUT OF MY EYE!”

But these days, John kills people off the clock. He has no choice. Ever since he killed a crime kingpin part of the infamous “High Table” he’s been a wanted man himself. By the time John Wick: Chapter 3 opens, the prize on his grizzled head is a cool $14 million, and every assassin and underground bounty hunter on the planet would like to separate it from his suit-draped shoulders.

John Wick’s good at killing. But can he kill every Tom, Ivan and Harry who comes gunning for him indefinitely? Maybe not. And let’s face it: John would like to play fetch with his new dog without the both of them constantly dodging bullets and ninja stars.

There’s only one way out, John figures. And that’s to get back in.

But that won’t be easy. Pert near everyone on John’s contact list is an enemy these days. He’s been declared “excommunicado,” meaning no self-respecting criminal can give the guy as much as a stick of gum. If John wants to get back into this bad world’s good graces, he’ll need to somehow convince the High Table that he deserves another chance or go above its collective head and speak to someone that even the Table fears.

It won’t be easy, of course. He’ll probably have to fight hundreds of weapons-brandishing enemies, shed pints blood, stave off utter exhaustion and do his dead-level best to keep his dog safe.

In other words, just another week at the grind for good ol’ John Wick



Half of the cosmos’ lungs were stilled, half its hearts were stopped. In an instant, billions of lives became so much ash, carried aloft by a breeze or breath. For you are dust, and to dust you shall return.

Thanos had won.

It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. It couldn’t … could it?

Sure, Thanos, the purple-tinged Titan, was strong. Boy was he strong powerful enough to best Thor all by himself, brutish enough to give the Hulk an inferiority complex. For centuries millennia, perhaps he’d led his armies across the galaxy, conquering worlds and killing half their inhabitants. For the good of the rest, he claimed. Small consolation to those he massacred.

But the galaxy’s an awfully big place, and Thanos was tired of messing around. He began to search for its six Infinity Stones, objects created before the dawn of time, each bestowing godlike powers. If he could claim them all, Thanos’ nihilistic ambitions would be unstoppable. Inevitable.

But is Thanos’ victory truly an inevitability? For years (chronicled by several movies), a motley collection of superheroes has managed to wrest those selfsame Infinity Stones from lesser villains: Thor bottled up the red Reality Stone. Doctor Strange claimed the green Time Stone. The ragtag heroes from Guardians of the Galaxy took the purple Power Stone away from Thanos’ own lackey, Ronan. And so on.

We believe that good is stronger than evil. We believe in our happy endings. And in fight after fight, movie after movie, our faith was rewarded.

And then came Avengers: Infinity War, and everything changed. Good lost. The happy ending never materialized. Thanos walked into the sunset as the credits rolled, leaving the galaxy to grieve. End. Done. Finished.

But is it? Could the grave that Thanos dug for half the universe still give up its stores?

Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, leads a support group to encourage others to move on from the Snap. “The world is in our hands,” he tells them. “It’s up to us, guys, to do something with it.”

But in a private moment with friend Natasha Romanoff, he admits he’s not ready to follow his own advice.

Some do move on, Cap admits. “But not us.”

Yes, the clock struck zero, and the surviving Avengers' opponent has left the field. But not all of Earth's Mightiest Heroes are ready to call it a day.

Maybe just maybe there’s a way to win yet.


HOTEL MUMBAI (Movie Review)

Bullets scream through the Indian air hitting walls, hitting windows, hitting bodies with a spray of blood.

It’s Nov. 26, 2009, and terrorists stalk the streets of Mumbai like wolves on the hunt. They rip through a subway station, killing 58. They tear apart a café, killing another 10. Taxis blow up. Tourists are gunned down. The attacks are coordinated, swift, obviously lethal.

Before the attacks, Mumbai had become a symbol of the resurgent, rapidly developing country of India its power and progress and newfound wealth. That made it a natural target for the disenfranchised. As we watch the terrorists prowl through Mumbai’s avenues and allies, a cleric speaking to his lackeys through earpieces reminds them of just how disenfranchised they are.

“Look at all they’ve stolen,” the unseen imam tells them. “From your fathers. From your grandfathers. … Remember, the whole world will be watching.”

The Taj has seen such things before.

The Taj Mahal Palace Hotel sits by the Gateway of India like a jewel, just as it has since 1903. It was the only hotel in India with electricity when it was built. And for more than a century it’s where Maharajas and Mountbattens alike met and ate and stayed. The place has lost none of its luster by 2009: The flowers in the lobby are perfectly cut, the floors perfectly polished, the bottles of chardonnay perfectly chilled. In Mumbai’s frenetic heart, the Taj has always been a cool center of moneyed civility an oasis amid the city’s chaos.

“Here at the Taj, guest is god,” head chef Hemant Oberoi intones to his staff. They solemnly nod their heads in agreement.

Even on a day like today, when Mumbai’s streets run with fresh blood, the Taj stands unflappable.

Until the first terrorists enter the lobby.

Guests are gods?

Now, the staff must try to ensure that the guests aren’t dead.


TRIPLE THREAT (Movie Review)

Payu and Long Fei are seasoned trackers hired to help find a secret military camp hidden somewhere in an East Asian jungle. They were told by the mercenary soldiers they're guiding that they're on a rescue mission: a chance to free an unjustly detained group of political prisoners.

That couldn't be further from the truth.

The real reason these heavily armed merc killers want to find that secret government camp is to free their boss, an international terrorist and assassin named Collins. They plan to break him out and then murder everyone else, including Payu and Long Fei.

Fortunately for the two trackers, they're more than just guides. They're seasoned soldiers in their own right. And pretty accomplished ones, too. They know how to squeak out of tight, deadly corners. And by the hair on their chinny-chin-chins, they avoid being obliterated by the C-4 explosives the merc team leaves behind.

Turns out someone else escaped the death-dealing at the camp as well. A guerilla fighter and fellow martial artist by the name of Jaka also makes it out. The man's wife, however, does not.

That leaves a trio of angry men with a certain set of skills. And these proficient and provoked fighters now have a common cause. As they begin tracking the murderous mercs, they realize that the killers are already locked in on another violent assignment: assassinating a certain Chinese heiress.

So this triple threat of Payu, Long Fei and Jaka now has a simple and clear objective: Save the young woman … and track down and kill all the evildoers involved.


DUMBO (Movie Review)

Twelve-year-old Milly Farrier doesn't quite fit in her two-bit, fleabag circus world. She's half a twist off and just a bit too, well, smart. I mean, sure, she's definitely a part of the Medici Brothers Circus family, who have all loved and cared for her and her little brother, Joe, ever since their mom died of influenza. But Milly … isn't circus material.

She can't ride a stallion or juggle or flip. She loves science. In fact, she would rather pitch hay, shovel elephant droppings and read a book all day than even think about being part of a circus act. Nobody in the Medici family of performers can really understand that.

Even when Milly's dad, Holt, comes back from World War I, Milly's feelings don't change. And to be honest, she can tell that her dad feels like an outsider these days, too. He used to be the circus' horseman extraordinaire. But then he went to war, returning without his left arm to find that his beloved horses have been sold and that his wife has died.

Circus head honcho Max Medici isn't sending the Farriers packing. But Holt certainly isn't gonna be a lasso-swinging cowboy star any longer. In fact, there's really not much for him to do. So he ends up caring for the elephants alongside Milly.

The one bright spot in Milly's life is the circus' new baby elephant. Some people think the little guy is a freak, and they label him "Dumbo" since he has a tiny little body and enormous floppy ears. Even Mr. Medici only thinks of the baby elephant as an oddity to be added to the clown act.

But Milly thinks he's cute. She knows there's more to little Dumbo than meets the eye.

Like her, Dumbo has something special about him that nobody could possibly understand. And one day as she and little Joe play a game with the baby elephant, the most miraculous thing happens: He accidentally sucks a feather up his trunk, sneezes and, well, flies.

That's right: He flaps his big ears and sorta takes to the air for just a moment. It's incredible. Nobody else knows about this bizarre ability, but Milly begins to wonder if maybe she and Joe could work up a special surprise for the whole circus family.

Dumbo is just a half twist off, just a bit too smart. And from Milly's perspective, that makes him altogether wonderful. Unfortunately, some other folks think Dumbo could be pretty wonderful, too.

As in, wonderful at making them money.



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Dely E. Winstead
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