Rereading Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein reminded me of this picture I painted a few years ago. It really was a lot of fun.

Then I stuck Frank on top of a building, because why not? He was swinging from the spire all “Singing in the Rain” style. Only he looks a bit like Joaquin Phoenix here. I’m obviously a writer, not an artist, but I enjoyed this anyway. I’d like to start painting again, because I miss the whimsy of it.