Tuesday, 24 May 2011

The Old Sketch Books part 1

Lately, I've been so busy that the poor old blog has started to suffer.
Undernourished as it were, and needing of a little quasi-artistic nutrition, I thought I'd fill it's horrible little hunger hole with some delicious scraps from my past.
Over the next couple of weeks, I wheel out for your bemusement some creaky old drawings from my sketch books of old.
Most of these drawings date back to 1997-2000 and come from years before I started at Weta (where I learned most of what I know today as an artist).
So my apologies for their creakiness, but I got a smile from seeing em' and thought that you might do too.



Looking at these little Heihachi Mishima doodles I can see that his design influenced me to some degree with Lord Cockswain.


12 comments:

Andrew Baker said...

haha, awesome man! gave me a chuckle! awesome drawrings!

Christian Pearce said...

Now that's what I'm talking about! This stuff is all about keeping it real. I love to keep it real!

Ryan Walsh said...

That Tank has real character. How did you manage to break away and become fascinating device?
The Valuable machine. The cohesive Fiery substance. This Liquid Toxin poisoning are minds. How did you manage to step up the game, and into the competitive war torn artistic districts. What barriers did you overcome, and what were they? What was it that empowered you to achieve these things? In all its truthfulness what pushed you over board? To let this All out'

Greg Broadmore said...

Thanks chums and emotionally see-sawing internet strangers!
There's a small slew of this kind of sketch book nonsense to come so I hope it provides a smile.

Stuart Thomas said...

Hell yase, this is the real deal!
Street muthafucker!
You too do mean line work

Ryan Walsh said...

STRANGERS!!!!

WHO SAID THAT. WHO?
YOU KNOW MORE ABOUT WHAT I AM HERE THAN YOU WOULD IN MY REAL LIFE!!!!

THERE IS MORE ABOUT ME ON THIS INTERNETS THAN THE REAL LIFE.

Just becuase you dont know me physically dose not mean you do not know me mentally.

I can hear the voices of the words you speak, I hear you very voice with these texts

A Stranger. How dare you hurt me like that greg. Some See Sawing Stranger Emotionally.

Emotionally ISNT EVEN A WORD FOR THIS, Emotionally.

I WOULD SAY DRIVEN BY EXISTANCE
YOU CANT LABEL ME AS EMOTIONALLY WHEN IM CHARACTERIZED, MATERIALIZED DIFFERENTLY. NO WAY

COME ON KILL ME THEN PULL THE TRIGGER, I MUST NOT CARE THE INFLICTION OF PAIN IS MUTE TO ME
KILL ME AND YOU SHALL BE LEFT WITH MY DISGUSTED CORPS

EMOTIONALLY. THIS WORD IS GIVEN TO BABIES. THEN HOW DARE YOU CALL ME A BABY, ITS AN INSULT

EMOTIONALLY.,

I HAVE NO EMOTIONS

Ryan Walsh said...

NO MORE SMILES GREG
That would require BEING EMOTIONALLY

Greg Broadmore said...

Ryan, Ryan - I was talking about Christian Pearce.
I have known him for 20 years and yet he is a stranger to me, and his emotional instability is renowned.

Ryan Walsh said...

Well.. Escort Girls dont really care about how fucked in the head he is. $$$

Obviously if emotionally unstable, There is a trigger in the head which is embedded and cannot be turned off, but I hear electric shock therapy works.

Lady T said...

Super cool/cute tank :D

Greg Broadmore said...

Thanks Lady T! Loving the stuff on your blog - the pic of the Ico like boy and brother facing off the wolf is just stunning.

The Pict said...

Mon dieu! Que c'est joli!
And I mean it!