I am going to make you a participant in one of my recent projects: A comic strip titled "The Loneliness of Invisible Man".
I'm a big fan of Universal's classic horror movies (not to speak about Murnau's Nosferatu; the best celluloid vampire ever!), so, when I saw the funny figures of DKILLERPANDA's Monster Theatre series, I couldn't help to get them.
Playing around with them and my daughter (yeah, I'm a forty years old nerd boy. Check this kevinbolk wonderful strip about it: fav.me/d7jahr2), the idea pop out of my mind: Why not to photograph them in black and white, on a nice set, to homage those old horror movies? And why not to make them "speak", like in the silent movies? And...
But not everything was going to be doing silly with puppets (Well, mostly yes... ) First scripts came along naturally: To present the characters, as I imagined them. When I wrote them I could see there was a key concept shared by all.
The core script's idea is summed up in the title: An invisible man is the epitome of loneliness: In addition to the problems around each common person's communication ... well, he is invisible!
This idea will be developed, with a bit of irony, in the next strips, and will be seen that the other characters do not have it easier than Frankenstein's monster, each one castled in his role, and unable to leave it. A little metaphor for our society: non-nationalists and nationalist (current affairs with referendums in Scotland and Catalonia); politicians and citizens; men and women, parents and children ... We're all boxed into our roles, and not able to really listen and understand the others.
To put it in another way, this cold, grey society we live in sometimes alienate us, but only because we don't want, or we are afraid of, to break free. In the end, every individual is, in some way, a freak, a non-menacing monster, for the rest of his peers.
Possibly, reading Mary Shelley's Fankenstein this last summer also has something to with all of it: The (sym)pathetic monster's loneliness is, a little bit, our own loneliness...
As the poet said:
Seems I'm not alone at being alone.
A hundred billion castaways
Looking for a home
Hope you like.