Frankenstein's monster must have thought that he would open his eyes to see pearly white gates opening, flanked by fair singing angels and frolicking cherubs. I can only imagine the rage and hurt he must have felt when the first thing he saw was a disheveled, insane Dr. Frankenstein screaming hysterically at his triumph. And as he looked down at his body, which was now a rotting carcass that serves as a prison for his soul he must have wept. I tried to capture the feeling of that waking moment in this piece.
Sculpted and polypainted in ZBrush 4R5 and composited in PS CS5.
