Its no secret that I struggle to draw women. Its not the likeness or poses that I generally fight with, its my primitive art technique that's at odds with the essence of everything that is feminine. This contradiction results - more often then not - in the glorious female face and her heavenly form looking as if it was carved out of Mt Rushmore as opposed to having being born of Venus.
With this piece I was challenged to revisit the golden age of Horror Hollywood and I wanted to do my best to ensure that the Bride of Frankenstein (Elsa Lanchester) looked soft and truly womanly off-set against the craggy features of the monster. I'm not sure that I succeeded but hopefully its a step in the right direction.
Copic Markers, Prismacolor pencils and Gouache paint on grey pastel paper - 11.5 x 16.5 inches
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