The Bride Of Fishenstein

This piece started out as a small volleyball pinup sketch.  Through a series of refinements and redraws, it gradually evolved into what you see here.  How and why this happened is difficult to explain.  I suspect it has something to do with the subconscious's ability to store, sift and assemble vast amounts of useless bits of data and imagery.  Sort of a solitaire of the mind, played with a deck of a million cards.

Mr. Fishenstein there has been recast in another piece I'm working on.  It appears being decapitated hasn't kept him from getting ahead.  (Badum Bump!  Zing!!)

14x21 inches, painted in watercolor.