The Industrial Revolution is in full swing all over the world and it has made the planet much smaller, as travellers come home with the strangest artifacts from far off lands. The bi-product is that science is developing unchecked and amorally. Mad Science has become the fashion of the day among the rich and privileged. Today we would consider these creations meer Steampunk imaginings, but in the age where vivisections were still practiced, using real bodies, possibly even living ones to create these mechanical mummies, this was entertainment.

Ok, now that I got that nonsense out of my head, this is a study for a class project. I need to make what the teacher called monsters, even though his explanation was clearly talking about Steampunk. I borrowed this idea from a combination of sources: Outsider Art rag dolls, Surrealist Angel paintings, and of course, Steampunk sculpture.

So, please imagine that you are watching a living person, wrapped so tightly in the mummification rags, that his mad embalmers have possibly managed to crush some of his bones. They have grafted these sharpened rods right into his shoulders and hung them with barbed wire to form wings. The figure is slowly dying from the embalming chemicals slowly seeping through his skin. The pain of broken bones and stabbing grafts have put him in a blissful shock. At this last moment, we are unsure about what is going on in his mind…

This is all charcoal and dry pastels.

If anyone more warped then me (at this moment) wants to make this int some seriously creepy movie or TV show, please at least give a nod to my work. See more at Arts MPerron @ https://1-mario-perron.pixels.com

2 thoughts on “Mechanical Mummification

    1. Thank you. The words have a source and these sources are compiled in the corners of my brain, waiting for their moment to come into the light.
      Perhaps a childhood of watching classic monster movies (black and white), that always left enough unsaid and unseen to push my imagination to fill in the gaps. Perhaps a childhood of bedtime stories from original collections by The Brothers Grimm, Hans Christian Anderson, and Fables de Lafontaine. Or the strange ones from Mother Goose and Oscar Wilde. Perhaps the adolescence spent collecting and reading hundreds of compendia of ghost stories, fairy tales, and legends from around the world; back when second hand bookstores were still plentiful and the $5 I saved from my odd jobs got me a good 30 to 40 paperbacks. Perhaps the thousands of artworks I devour with my eyes on a regular basis.
      Whatever the sources may be, my head is filled with them, and I love to let them combine and come forth in my art.

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