Eleanor

Ah, look at all the lonely people.

Ah, look at all the lonely people.

....Sits at the window, wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door.

The Beatles, Eleanor Rigby

I have had this idea for a character for quite some time, and recently it has resurfaced in my mind for whatever reason. Imagine if you will, poor Eleanor sitting there by her famous window, in the process of removing a wet slab of skin from an old glass mason jar. Where did she get the face? Is there something wrong with her real face? What would her motivation be for covering up her real face with a piece of rotting flesh haphazardly stored in a glass vessel? Is it vanity? Or perhaps, does Eleanor have darker motivations?

As often as I have thought about this project, I still have yet to answer all these little riddles...maybe this time something will click and I can turn a warped idea into reality.