This post comes out of respect for the original story of “Frankenstein”. If you haven’t read it, do so. You won’t be disappointed. Mary Shelley wrote it on a retreat with her husband and Lord Byron as they sat around thinking up scary stories to thrill one another. It came from a dream. And just like all dreams relayed to another person, the Monster has gotten lost in translation for the most part. Oh, he’s very noticeable in iconic horror and monster culture: green skin, bolts, clunky rectangle head, big guy, big feet, stitches, etc. But this is a blown-out-of-proportion version of the true Monster. He’s smart, looks like the walking dead, is very articulate, and above all very passionate. So this is a bridging interpretation of Frankenstein’s monster, in his true color and description, as can be read in the book:
His yellow skin scarecely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of pearly whiteness; but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same color as the dun-white sockets in which they were set, his shrivelled complexion and straight black lips.
–“Frankenstein”, Mary Shelley
One day I might endeavor to better recreate the creature as I see him in my head, in all his glorious monstrosity, but I’m satisfied with him for now. Enjoy, and Happy Early Halloween!