Konstantin Grimsby

Konstantin Grimsby

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Stylized 3D dieselpunk soldier figures — heavy industrial uniforms, oil-stained leather, brass riveted gear, olive-drab and oxide palette

Helsinki 3D character artist drawn to dieselpunk aesthetics: WWI-meets-industrial-revolution, heavy fabric, oil-stained leather, brass and steel rivets. Treats his soldier figures as quiet portrait studies.

Crouched beside an unseen tube, the mortar-gunner steadies a brass-tipped shell

The pilot strides forward with a folded leather map crammed beneath one fleece-l

Cradling a folded stretcher under one arm, the medic surveys an unseen field, ga

The engineer rolls a sleeve to expose a brass-jointed prosthetic forearm, gleami

Half-turned away, the pilot zips his fleece collar high until only the bridge of

Astride an imagined saddle, the courier hunches into the wind, oilcloth lapels f

The mechanic shoulders a riveted oxygen tank, oil drips beading down its brass c

The signal-officer slings his radio set onto his back like a pack, brass dials g

The medic pours water from a brass canteen onto a square of gauze, head bowed be

A heavy machine-gunner squats with belted ammunition draped across his shoulder,

The engineer hoists a sparking welding torch, brass nozzle hissing low, his weld

The engineer presses an oil-stained palm against a brass intake valve, copper co

The observer hooks a thumb under the strap of his binoculars and turns just enou

The machine-gunner kneels to brace an unseen tripod, soot smudges streaking the

The courier checks a brass pocket-watch chained to his vest, leaning sideways as

Three steps forward, head ducked into a heavy wool collar, the observer carries

The pilot sweeps an oxygen hose into a brass connector at his collarbone, finger

The sapper feeds a brass-clipped wire from a spool at his hip, kneeling so his c

The machine-gunner stands with his weapon shouldered, head ducked so the helmet

With binoculars hanging from his neck, the observer lifts a brass flask to his l

A weary infantryman, hat in hand, presses his other gauntleted palm flat against

Wrench raised over one shoulder, the mechanic's stance is wide and steady, oil-s

The observer crouches and rests his elbow on his knee, binoculars cupped against

With brass tools jingling at his belt, the engineer leans into a wide stance, ha

Crouched beside an unseen tube, the mortar-gunner steadies a brass-tipped shell

The engineer rolls a sleeve to expose a brass-jointed prosthetic forearm, gleami

Astride an imagined saddle, the courier hunches into the wind, oilcloth lapels f

The mechanic shoulders a riveted oxygen tank, oil drips beading down its brass c

A heavy machine-gunner squats with belted ammunition draped across his shoulder,

The engineer presses an oil-stained palm against a brass intake valve, copper co

The machine-gunner kneels to brace an unseen tripod, soot smudges streaking the

Three steps forward, head ducked into a heavy wool collar, the observer carries

The pilot sweeps an oxygen hose into a brass connector at his collarbone, finger

With binoculars hanging from his neck, the observer lifts a brass flask to his l

Wrench raised over one shoulder, the mechanic's stance is wide and steady, oil-s

With brass tools jingling at his belt, the engineer leans into a wide stance, ha

The pilot strides forward with a folded leather map crammed beneath one fleece-l

Cradling a folded stretcher under one arm, the medic surveys an unseen field, ga

Half-turned away, the pilot zips his fleece collar high until only the bridge of

The signal-officer slings his radio set onto his back like a pack, brass dials g

The medic pours water from a brass canteen onto a square of gauze, head bowed be

The engineer hoists a sparking welding torch, brass nozzle hissing low, his weld

The observer hooks a thumb under the strap of his binoculars and turns just enou

The courier checks a brass pocket-watch chained to his vest, leaning sideways as

The sapper feeds a brass-clipped wire from a spool at his hip, kneeling so his c

The machine-gunner stands with his weapon shouldered, head ducked so the helmet

A weary infantryman, hat in hand, presses his other gauntleted palm flat against

The observer crouches and rests his elbow on his knee, binoculars cupped against

Crouched beside an unseen tube, the mortar-gunner steadies a brass-tipped shell

The pilot strides forward with a folded leather map crammed beneath one fleece-l

Cradling a folded stretcher under one arm, the medic surveys an unseen field, ga

The engineer rolls a sleeve to expose a brass-jointed prosthetic forearm, gleami

Half-turned away, the pilot zips his fleece collar high until only the bridge of

Astride an imagined saddle, the courier hunches into the wind, oilcloth lapels f

The mechanic shoulders a riveted oxygen tank, oil drips beading down its brass c

The signal-officer slings his radio set onto his back like a pack, brass dials g

The medic pours water from a brass canteen onto a square of gauze, head bowed be

A heavy machine-gunner squats with belted ammunition draped across his shoulder,

The engineer hoists a sparking welding torch, brass nozzle hissing low, his weld

The engineer presses an oil-stained palm against a brass intake valve, copper co

The observer hooks a thumb under the strap of his binoculars and turns just enou

The machine-gunner kneels to brace an unseen tripod, soot smudges streaking the

The courier checks a brass pocket-watch chained to his vest, leaning sideways as

Three steps forward, head ducked into a heavy wool collar, the observer carries

The pilot sweeps an oxygen hose into a brass connector at his collarbone, finger

The sapper feeds a brass-clipped wire from a spool at his hip, kneeling so his c

The machine-gunner stands with his weapon shouldered, head ducked so the helmet

With binoculars hanging from his neck, the observer lifts a brass flask to his l

A weary infantryman, hat in hand, presses his other gauntleted palm flat against

Wrench raised over one shoulder, the mechanic's stance is wide and steady, oil-s

The observer crouches and rests his elbow on his knee, binoculars cupped against

With brass tools jingling at his belt, the engineer leans into a wide stance, ha

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