TRILOBITE | The Art of Michael Whelan

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Acrylic on watercolor board - 6" x 6"
1992

TRILOBITE

Date

© 1992

Details

Acrylic on watercolor board

Size

6" x 6"

Personal Visions

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In a scene lit only by muzzle flash, a disfigured green humanoid grabs the leg of a boy threatening to pull him off a platform. As the boy Jake turns back, his face is etched in horror. Roland, the last Gunslinger, grabs his arm while simultaneously firing his big revolver. Roland's weight is shifted back so the lines of his arms and legs all parallel drawn out on diagonals to add to the sense of motion. From the set of his square jaw and snarl on his lips to his brow pinched in concentration, Roland's expression is pure grit and determination. His eyes are drawn to murderous beads taking aim at the slack jawed, drooling Slow Mutant.

A dark haired, tan skinned woman hovers in the air in front of a wall made of uneven stone. White steps materialize beneath her feet in a tight spiral arch. Her left hand reaches out for a Shardblade. The pearlescent sword is longer than she is tall. It has an asymmetrical guard with one quillon curving up and the other down. Midway down the slender blade, the sword ripples as it is taking shape. Projecting from her right hand is a line of golden metal flowing like liquid to fill a massive breach in the wall. Through the gap beyond, a Thunderclast—a giant made of stone—can be seen in the distance. The figure is so large it's head and shoulders extend out of frame.

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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.

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Roland Deschain, the last gunslinger, stares contemplatively across the sea as waves gently lap the shore. Footprints can be seen in the damp sand leading to where he sits, pistol unstrapped at his hip and bedroll at his side. The sun hangs low but intense, blazing a line of orange across the horizon. Over a low stretch of wispy clouds, the silhouette of an asymmetrical tower rises dream-like in the sky. Odd projections mark the sides while spires of varying height sit atop the peak like chaotic crenelations.

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.

A man in chain armor and tattered cloak with a bandage wrapping his head holds out a sword at waist height. Flame licks the blade as his right hand ignites in blue green fire. A red and gold dragon perches just behind him with its massive aquiline head poised just over his shoulder as it's swings spread wide. It's left foreclaw grips the rock on which he stands while it's other claw extends around the man to envelop him in its defense. The dragon's eyes are vertical slits against a fiery glow. Behind them a blue crystalline lake leads to a castle topped with wide bronze domes on the opposite shore. Haze streaks the top of a moon hanging low and golden just above the horizon. Three pearlescent moons glow blue in the sky above, framed by the dragon's wings and billowing clouds.

In the heat of the harsh desert, a man and woman take refuge as a pair of dragons with wings flared claw and snarl at each other. The Dragon Prince extends one arm against rust colored rock for support. While his features are chiseled and his expression stoic, the set of his eyes reflect thoughts turned inward. His free hand grips his sword held low as the princess, with eyes pressed shut, leans close in a moment of vulnerability as they've just escaped from a harrowing experience.

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Framed by a full moon rising over hilltop, a female warrior poses triumphantly with her foot on the corpse of a defeated foe. Her heavy armor is a combination of segmented plate and exposed chainmail. Pauldrons flare wing-like, as does the bottom of her helm which is topped with a high tassel. Unrestrained wispy blonde hair is caught by the breeze. She holds a long spear with ribbons also stirring. A heavy mace hangs on her opposite hip while a sword with thin curving blade and crescent ornament on the grip hangs low on her back. A black steed cranes its neck ever so slightly to see around her.

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A man wearing the skull of a deer clasps the long tube of a telescope tightly to him. One sleeve of his tattered white garments is rolled up past the elbow. Ridges of veins are raised in the tense grips of his hands. Red orbs fill the sockets of the skull while green ribbon twists around the bone until loosely draping over antlers. Filaments sprout, oddly feathery, from the curling rack. On the dingy shelves behind, a small assortment of hardbound books lean with more stacked haphazardly on the long shelf below. Charts tacked to the wall curl with age. Points of light, more like street lamps than stars, gleam in the cracked glass of a many-paned window.

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