Thursday, March 29, 2012
In my previous post, you were introduced to "The Bride" to the Monster. But Victor, like many creators, is obsessed with his work, and in this way he is married to his work. You could say that the creation of the bride is his affair.
His "other" bride awaits his return home so that they can get married. But Victor is out two-timing with his diabolical dabbles. Things don't go so well for him (like with most cheaters) and Victor finds himself loosing his best friend, getting nailed by the fuzz and framed for a crime he didn't commit. So it goes.
But lucky for Victor, he has a very rich and powerful father who gets him out on bail. On his return home, it is decided to wait no longer and get hitched to his cousin Elizabeth. And so they do.
Friday, March 23, 2012
I can't believe it is time to post another page of the week. Days are passing by quickly like those days of Victor after his return home from the valley of Chamounix. With a blackened conscience and the pressure of commitment, I can relate to the troubled Victor.
Speaking of which, here is the page of the week, illustrating the following text from the book Mary Shelley's Frankenstein:
At these moments I took refuge in the most perfect solitude. I passed whole days on the lake alone in a little boat, watching the clouds, and listening to the rippling of the waves, silent and listless. But the fresh air and bright sun seldom failed to restore me to some degree of composure; and, on my return, I met the salutations of my friends with a readier smile and a more cheerful heart.
It was after my return from one of these rambles that my father, calling me aside, thus addressed me:-
"I am happy to remark, my dear son, that you have resumed your former pleasures, and seem to be returning to yourself. And yet you are still unhappy, and still avoid our society. For some time I was lost in conjecture as to the cause of this; but yesterday an idea struck me, and if it is well founded, I conjure you to avow it. Reserve on such a point would be not only useless, but draw down treble misery on us all."
I trembled violently at this exordium, and my father continued -
"I confess, my son, that I have always looked forward to your marriage with your cousin as the tie of our domestic comfort, and the stay of my declining years. You were attached to each other from your earliest infancy; you studied together, and appeared, in dispositions and tastes, entirely suited to one another. But so blind is the experience of man, that what I conceived to be the best assistants to my plan may have entirely destroyed it. You, perhaps, regard her as your sister, without any wish that she might become your wife. Nay, you may have met with another whom you may love; and, considering yourself as bound in honour to your cousin, this struggle may occasion the poignant misery which you appear to feel."
Friday, March 16, 2012
I almost forgot to post the page of the week for you. I've been so busy and time has been sped up by some alien technology that I was shocked to find it was already Friday and naught a page posted.
So I give you two! I've been sharing my works in progress on Facebook and Twitter and these bride images got a great response. So I thought I would present to you the full spread in all it's finished monstrosity.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Finally, riding through the vast eerie mountains of Frankenstein once again. This should be the last grueling waiting period. With the final chapter mapped out and laid down on a template, I've embarked once more on my journey into wretchedness.
Here is the first page of Volume III and the first page in almost three months. With all the details figured out, I will be back on my schedule of producing a page almost daily. And I will be back to my regular updates on this blog with news, progress, workshops, insights and the "page of the week".
In this page, the contrast between Victor and his best friend Clerval are evident. Clerval is alive, joyful and happy while Victor is...well...his usual emo self. But don't take it from me. In Clerval's own words, "But you, my dear Frankenstein, wherefore are you desponding and sorrowful?"
Why do you think, Clerval? He's just come back from a trip to the mountains where he was kidnapped, against his will, by his rejected child who just happens to be a hulking reanimated corpse. He was blackmailed and left with a dire proposition. He is to create another diabolical anomaly of the female gender or death will come to everyone he loves. On top of this, his father arranges his marriage with cousin Elizabeth. This is great and all because they are in love (in an insestual kind of way). But it's bad timing to plan a wedding.
So Clerval decides to take him on a trip to London.
What a good start into Volume III! Enjoy your page of the week and look for more to come.