the beautiful thing about this piece, is that it is the slightly eccentric loner neighbor next door. Has a regular job that he attends flawlessly. But when he comes home to his simple and tidy house in his quietness what is he doing in his basement? Reminds me of a Tom Waits tune called "what's he building in there?" Btw, those brain scans seem to be missing the frontal lobes...?
Which is exactly Marie Shelley's original intention - a sense of endearing horror and worse.
The artwork, fine lines, details are strikingly effective.
The boy appears to be just a doll particularly in the manikin flesh tone, except for the use of a Seran wrap texture giving his arm a reminder of meat - but the donor blood right next to it indicates life. For many people a good steak doesn't equal a living thing, but that one note brings home a sense of fascinating horror on several points and epiphanies. Enhancing this effect are the medical scans of a human skull - scans modern media associates with a living being and a human one. That the boy's face appears sweet and waiting, the style of the old man reminiscent of iconic 1950s American fathers lacking only youth and a pipe, almost lends an endearing quality. The pink mug is out of place, strikingly cute, enhancing the "adorable is unnatural" feel (for me). The choice of tools themselves are slightly macabre as the scene is quite medical, yet they resemble that of a tailor or odd sort of seamstress.
This concept particularly strikes me as having potential as an indie movie.