the beautiful thing about this piece, is that it is the slightly eccentric loner neighbor next door. Has a regular job that he attends flawlessly. But when he comes home to his simple and tidy house in his quietness what is he doing in his basement? Reminds me of a Tom Waits tune called "what's he building in there?" Btw, those brain scans seem to be missing the frontal lobes...?
Which is exactly Marie Shelley's original intention - a sense of endearing horror and worse.
The artwork, fine lines, details are strikingly effective.
The boy appears to be just a doll particularly in the manikin flesh tone, except for the use of a Seran wrap texture giving his arm a reminder of meat - but the donor blood right next to it indicates life. For many people a good steak doesn't equal a living thing, but that one note brings home a sense of fascinating horror on several points and epiphanies. Enhancing this effect are the medical scans of a human skull - scans modern media associates with a living being and a human one. That the boy's face appears sweet and waiting, the style of the old man reminiscent of iconic 1950s American fathers lacking only youth and a pipe, almost lends an endearing quality. The pink mug is out of place, strikingly cute, enhancing the "adorable is unnatural" feel (for me). The choice of tools themselves are slightly macabre as the scene is quite medical, yet they resemble that of a tailor or odd sort of seamstress.
This concept particularly strikes me as having potential as an indie movie.
I think it's important to remember that obsessions don't only grow from anxiety or loneliness, but from love and tenderness as well. Whether emotions are "negative" or "positive" is just as context-dependent as anything else.
OK, maybe I have a unique take on this. When I look at this image, I see pure love. I see a father clearly devoted to his child. I see a father spending his every waking moment building his child up. I see meticulous attention to detail, making sure everything is just so, just right - straight, even and symmetrical.
As a father myself, this is what I try to do. Every day, bit by bit, I try to instill in my girl a piece of knowledge, wisdom or strength that will make her a better person, or help her to cope in a world that will not be kind to her. I try to stitch together a tapestry of experiences for her so that she may excel at anything she turns her hand to.
This is where Victor Frankenstein failed, and where the story diverges. Victor hacked his monster together from misshapen chunks of flesh. His goal was to prove he was a god. He was no father. He was the monster.
And as an artist, the greatest feelings of success come when you know you've been able to reach another person, and their thoughts, through your work.
It's all about communication, and that can't happen without people stopping to think about the work and finding the parts in there that are meaningful for them. Reading what you could find in here is a precious experience, and I am thankful for being able to be a part of it.
I added them to bring a sort of oddly homely feeling to the picture (Moomin mugs are pretty much a stable element in any Finnish home), and solidify the fact that the old man is very much your average person, with normal things in his house.
Also the name of that particular mug is "Love", and I just couldn't resist throwing that in there. :-D