FADING STAR | The Art of Michael Whelan

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Acrylic on watercolor board - 6" x 6"
1977

FADING STAR

Date

© 1977

Details

Acrylic on watercolor board

Size

6" x 6"

Personal Visions

filedteeth

A solitary figure sits atop a throne made entirely of skulls. His hands are the only features not obscured by shadow or the flowing crimson of his hooded cloak, which spills down the raised dais. Candles set on each arm of the throne melt over the inset skulls. A wisp of smoke trails from one. On the floor lie several bodies. One man died grabbing at his throat. A woman in a white gown lies awkwardly on one hip while her arm extends behind her where she fell. An empty chalice lies on its side.

greenangeltower

journeybehindthewind

thanatos

orb

amazons

lordprotector

deliriumsmistress

giftfromthesea

Dragonprince-edited

A man in a cowboy hat and tattered leather duster steps through an open doorway that hovers impossibly a foot off the ground. A gun is holstered on his left hip. On close examination, the index and middle finger of his right hand are shortened to stubs. At his feet lies a thicket of vibrant red roses littered with human skulls. Straddling the doorway, the Gunslinger stands in awe of a massive, asymmetrical tower so tall that it blocks the sun. Traces of cloud sweep across the field of view and up the height of the tower, creating a hazy atmospheric effect that obscures the detail of the tower. Ravens circle the field just about the horizon.

urishsbane

goldwing-revised

deathwing

wayofkings

periwinkle

goldenkey

dragonsbane

On a dusty, titled horizon, the Gunslinger stands with pistols gripped in each hand but now resting at his side. Bodies pile at his feet and dozens more extend in a line that snakes to the foreground. Various weapons, from scythes and machetes to bricks and boards, lay discarded in the lifeless dirt beside the twisted, bloody corpses.

gunslingerslowmutants

she

wildmagic

daughterofregals

wordsofradiance

Painting depicts Shallan Davar, a young redheaded woman, sitting on a cliff overlooking the Shattered Plains. She wears a thick blue dress and her hair is blowing in the wind. Her booted foot dangles over the edge, and she is holding an oversized sketchbook but the page is blank. Below she can see a base camp with rows of troops and a mobile bridge extending over a chasm. A trail of dark smoke blows over broken, lifeless terrain. Beyond, jagged mountains can be seen in hazy silhouette. Clouds mostly obscure a blue sky.

rhythmofwar

stoneoffarewell

dragonfire

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