It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils. With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs.
-Victor Frankenstein-

"Ah! Cornelius Agrippa! My dear Victor, do not waste your time upon this; it is sad trash." -Victor's Father-

In my search to create the creepy and bizarre I have struggled with subject matter. In the past images I have shown examples of an innocent with a violently stolen soul, nymph moaning in anguish, a witch, and a vampire sprite. I continue to use the material of myth and legend while trying to maintain the style of the previous works. So here without further ado is an image of the pain of reanimation for your delectation.
the monster awakes

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