VICTORY | The Art of Michael Whelan

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The six Jackson brothers dressed in 80s stage costume stand on a blacktop road that curves up into the sky at the horizon reaching up to the core of a spiral galaxy. The night sky is an electric blue filled with a cascade of stars spun off the galaxy. In the distance, city lights stretch to the horizon. An enormous futuristic structure (city in the sky) rises just beyond the horizon.

Acrylic - 20" x 38"
1984

VICTORY

Date

© 1984

Details

Acrylic

Size

20" x 38"

ORIGINAL AVAILABLE

Victory
Jacksons

Other Works

Winds swirl about a Serra Angel as she swoops down from the sky with wings spread and sword poised to strike. A Hurloon Minotaur grabs her ankle and raises its fist in counter attack. Rendered huge against the bluest sky, the sun puts a spotlight on the deadly exchange.

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.

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.

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.

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Roland, the last Gunslinger, stands with one hand in the pocket of his leather duster and the other gripping the gun belt crossed at his waist. He wears a red silky kerchief around his neck. His dark hair is blown and his skin tanned from his trek through the desert, but his posture is stoic and his gaze determined as he peers off frame left. A raven, facing the opposite direction, spreads its wings as it perches on his shoulder. The silhouette of the Tower looms tall behind him set against a mustard sky. The sun blazes low in the sky as seen through an opening at the base of the Tower.

Illuminated by the warm light of a lantern, a girl with tousled blonde hair sits at the edge of the sea with arms crossed over her knees. Carefully tied in a bow at the back, her white nightgown is tattered at the hem. Beside her, propped in the bare branches of a tiny sapling, two branches circled and strung like dreamcatchers suspend various baubles, shells, and a fish skull separated from the rest of its bones. The night sky is chill blue marred only by wispy clouds. The full moon looms large, illuminating in silhouette a monstrous creature wading in from the depths. Its eyes glow as if the moonlight shines through. Spotted wings curl out at shoulder height. The outline of strands—perhaps seaweed draping over its body—can be seen in outline. A bank of fog rolls in with its approach, but the girl doesn't seem to notice her head is turned toward the audience.

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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.

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DRAGON LAKE (1988)

A woman in an elegant black dress with diagonal pinstripes sits measuring a

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.

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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.

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