Monday, May 2, 2011

Frankenstein, Page 94

Chance -- or rather the evil influence, the Angel of Destruction, which asserted omnipotent sway over me from the moment I turned my reluctant steps from my father's door -- led me first to M. Krempe, professor of natural philosophy.








Monday, March 28, 2011

Frankenstein, Page 93

He said little, but when he spoke I read in his kindling eye and in his animated glance a restrained but firm resolve not to be chained to the miserable details of commerce.







12"x6" Acrylic on Canvas Paper. Clerval's arm is a bit thick, eh?

Monday, March 21, 2011

Friday, March 18, 2011

Frankenstein, Page 91

She attended her sickbed; her watchful attentions triumphed over the malignity of the distemper -- Elizabeth was saved, but the consequences of this imprudence were fatal to her preserver.






Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Frankenstein, Page 90

Destiny was too potent, and her immutable laws had decreed my utter and terrible destruction.






Monday, March 14, 2011

Frankenstein, Page 89

When I was about fifteen years old we had retired to our house near Belrive, when we witnessed a most violent and terrible thunderstorm.





Monday, February 28, 2011

Frankenstein, Page 88

The untaught peasant beheld the elements around him and was acquainted with their practical uses. The most learned philosopher knew little more.






Friday, February 25, 2011

Frankenstein, Page 87

Besides, in drawing the picture of my early days, I also record those events which led, by insensible steps, to my after tale of misery, for when I would account to myself for the birth of that passion which afterwards ruled my destiny I find it arise, like a mountain river, from ignoble and almost forgotten sources; but, swelling as it proceeded, it became the torrent which, in its course, has swept away all my hopes and joys.





Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Frankenstein, Page 86

He tried to make us act plays and to enter into masquerades, in which the characters were drawn from the heroes of Roncesvalles, of the Round Table of King Arthur, and the chivalrous train who shed their blood to redeem the holy sepulchre from the hands of the infidels.







This is Clerval, Victor's younger brother.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Frankenstein, Page 85

While my companion contemplated with a serious and satisfied spirit the magnificent appearances of things, I delighted in investigating their causes. The world was to me a secret which I desired to divine.






Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Frankenstein, Page 84

Everyone loved Elizabeth





If I were a better planner, I'd have done this heart-themed one on Monday. (I'm running about three weeks painting in advance of publishing.) If I had let the page sit a little longer, I'd have concentrated on all the instances of the word "mine" on this page.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Frankenstein, Page 83

She continued with her foster parents and bloomed in their rude abode, fairer than a garden rose among dark-leaved brambles.




Friday, February 11, 2011

Frankenstein, Page 82

Their benevolent disposition often made them enter the cottages of the poor.




First the father stalks the mother, then the mother and father stalk the poor.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Frankenstein, Page 81

But Caroline Beaufort possessed a mind of an uncommon mould, and her courage rose to support her in her adversity.




Yes, yes. I know it's a poor pun.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Google States

I'd like to call your attention to another web site: Bill Guffey's States project. He made a small painting for every state in the US, using Google Street View as a reference. It's a great idea. As he says:


I did this series to show what might be accomplished by using the technology that is available to us today...I'm hoping some good may come out of this series, that Google will allow, i.e. give permission, to artists working in traditional methods (no digitally altered art) to use Streetview as source for reference material. This would open up an entire world for artists that are disabled and confined to their homes or facilities, or with restricted mobility.


Go check out his work.

Monday, February 7, 2011

Frankenstein, Page 80

Beaufort had taken effectual measures to conceal himself, and it was ten months before my father discovered his abode.





Acrylic and Sharpie on canvas paper, 9"x12"

Friday, February 4, 2011

Frankenstein, Page 79

Strange and harrowing must be his story, frightful the storm which embraced the gallant vessel on its course and wrecked it -- thus!




And so, finally, on page 79 we finish with the prologue and get ready to turn to our main attraction. (But of course, we can't start until we get some sleep, first.)

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Frankenstein, Page 78

Will you smile at the enthusiasm I express concerning this divine wanderer? You would not if you saw him.





Monday, January 31, 2011

Frankenstein, Page 77

'Unhappy man! Do you share my madness? Have you drunk also of the intoxicating draught? Hear me; let me reveal my tale, and you will dash the cup from your lips!'





And yet, first he asks about Walton's life and got tired and said he'd probably start the story the next day...

Friday, January 28, 2011

Frankenstein, Page 74

As soon as he showed signs of life we wrapped him up in blankets and placed him near the chimney of the kitchen stove.





And here we finally have our first visit with Dr. Frankenstein.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Frankenstein, Page 76

I shall continue my journal concerning the stranger at intervals, should I have any fresh incidents to record.





I'm not sure what stopped me from putting a pink unicorn on that composition notebook. The more I use a glossy blending medium, the better I like the paintings, but the worse I like the scans. I'll have to figure that out as we go.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Frankenstein, Page 75

I never saw a more interesting creature: his eyes have generally an expression of wildness, and even madness, but there are moments when, if any one performs an act of kindness towards him or does him any the most trifling service, his whole countenance is lighted up, as it were, with a beam of benevolence and sweetness that I never saw equalled.


Saturday, January 22, 2011

Change in Schedule

I'm starting to fall even further behind! So I'm switching from an every other day posting to M-W-F. It's not significantly different, but it'll give me a little more leeway for letting these things dry before scanning.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Frankenstein, Page 73

Last Monday (July 31st) we were nearly surrounded by ice, which closed in the ship on all sides, scarcely leaving her the sea-room in which she floated.


Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Frankenstein, Page 72

My swelling heart involuntarily pours itself out thus.





This page has exactly 39 words on it. The whole page could fit into two tweets.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Frankenstein, Page 71

But success shall crown my endeavours. Wherefore not? Thus far I have gone, tracing a secure way over the pathless seas, the very stars themselves being witnesses and testimonies of my triumph.


Saturday, January 15, 2011

Frankenstein, Page 70

I am practically industrious -- painstaking, a workman to execute with perseverance and labour -- but besides this, there is a love for the marvellous, a belief in the marvellous, intertwined in all my projects, which hurries me out of the common pathways of men, even to the wild sea and unvisited regions I am about to explore.





This is modeled on Isadore Posoff's WPA poster, which I found here along with some other Labor-focused art. Man, Wikipedia has this and another image by Posoff, but no article for him. Poor chap.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Frankenstein, Page 69

He had already bought a farm with his money, on which he had designed to pass the remainder of his life; but he bestowed the whole on his rival, together with the remains of his prize-money to purchase stock, and then himself solicited the young woman's father to consent to her marriage with her lover.




Hmm. This one could use a little touching up.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Frankenstein, Page 68

A youth passed in solitude, my best years spent under your gentle and feminine fosterage, has so refined the groundwork of my character that I cannot overcome an intense distaste to the usual brutality exercised on board ship: I have never believed it to be necessary, and when I heard of a mariner equally noted for his kindliness of heart and the respect and obedience paid to him by his crew, I felt myself peculiarly fortunate in being able to secure his services.


Sunday, January 9, 2011

Frankenstein, Page 67

I have no friend, Margaret: when I am glowing with the enthusiasm of success, there will be none to participate in my joy; if I am assailed by disappointment, no one will endeavour to sustain me in dejection.





Ironic that 67 is posted on my birthday.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Frankenstein, Page 65

Oh, that some encouraging voice would answer in the affirmative! My courage and my resolution is firm; but my hopes fluctuate, and my spirits are often depressed.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Frankenstein, Page 64

These are my enticements, and they are sufficient to conquer all fear of danger or death and to induce me to commence this laborious voyage with the joy a child feels when he embarks in a little boat, with his holiday mates, on an expedition of discovery up his native river. But supposing all these conjectures to be false, you cannot contest the inestimable benefit which I shall confer on all mankind to the last generation, by discovering a passage near the pole to those countries, to reach which at present so many months are requisite; or by ascertaining the secret of the magnet, which, if at all possible, can only be effected by an undertaking such as mine.


Saturday, January 1, 2011

Frankenstein, Page 63

I am already far north of London; and as I walk in the streets of Peterburgh, I feel a cold northern breeze play upon my cheeks, which braces my nerves and fills me with delight...I try in vain to be persuaded that the pole is the seat of frost and desolation; it ever presents itself to my imagination as the region of beauty and delight.




18" x 24" Acrylic on Stretched Canvas



Note: The story starts on page 63 in the edition I am using.