The film Frankenstein, starring the great actor Boris Karloff and released in 1931, was the first horror film to make an impact on me. I shall always be grateful to my parents who let me watch it at the age of seven. It may have given me nightmares but it was also the doorway to a love of art, storytelling, comics, children's books, history, scary movies, animation, ghost stories, illustration and more. So I was surprised when reading the novel to find it wasn't the horror show that countless movies have made of it. It was, instead, a sad mediation on loneliness, rejection and revenge. It was a great read.
My version is closer to the novel's description of Frankenstein's sad creation rather than the makeup created on Karloff by Jack Pierce. It was drawn with brush and india ink on 110lb index card stock.
A tidbit: Dr. Frankenstein was no doctor. It's been a long while since I read the novel but, if I remember correctly, he was a medical school dropout who was barely out of his teens when he decided to embark on his little experiment.
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