When I was a kid, my family and I would occasionally visit my grandparents on their farm near the Kansas/Nebraska border. We usually stayed a night or two in the two-story farm house. My brother and I would sleep in the upstairs bedroom where a sock monkey would stare at us all night from the dresser across the room. For some odd reason it just creeped me out.
On the other hand, I have aways liked clowns – from a distance. They are fun to look at and watch from afar, but the closer they get, the more uncomfortable I get. Toy clowns and clown dolls are creepier yet. I wonder, if "creepy" toys had feelings like us, how would they deal with the fact that they are the stuff of nightmares?
The concept sketch.
Above is the final piece.
This experimental version is a bit darker.