The Many Illustrators of
A Tale of Two Cities
2: Rowland Wheelwright
That's right, we're jumping centuries and mediums!
...specifically, from Phiz's engravings for the original 1859 monthly installments to Wheelwright's paintings for this 1925 edition!
(warning: in the following, there is some violent imagery, and one image in the third grouping has blood)
As I'd mentioned in the announcement post, these illustrators will be highlighted completely out of chronological order to make it more organic when I continue to find more and more artists' work to add to the queue - so I wanted to start off with a particularly dramatic leap in time (and style!) to give a sense of the sheer variety of art we're going to be looking at here!
This also happens to be one of the sets that I scanned myself - most of these beautiful illustrations haven't anywhere on the internet (by my own intensive research at least!) until now.
It's my joy to finally get to share them!
Overall, I want to give my own opinions and takes on the work of each illustrator as little as possible so that everyone can experience it in their own way, but the true beauty in his attention to detail in color, characterization, costuming, composition, and shadow calls for some comment.
This is the work of someone who loved and appreciated both the story itself and the act of illustrating it - I'm grateful to him for bringing these images into existence.
& the standard endnote for all posts in this series:
This post is intended to act as the start of a forum on the given illustrator, so if anyone has anything to add - requests to see certain drawings in higher definition (since Tumblr compresses images), corrections to factual errors, sources for better-quality versions of the illustrations, further reading, fun facts, any questions, or just general commentary - simply do so on this post, be it in a comment/tags or the replies!💫
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you're telling me there's a dragon Jekyll and Hyde and no one is talking about it!?
i love Hailstorm, im only halfway through Book 7 but i would give everything for Hailstorm, the fact that he's such a....tragic character. like the torment of being an ENTIRELY different dragon. it would do numbers on her and i know it. this is existentialism incarnate. imagine being two people, but at the same time, only one. there are two sets of memories and feelings and.....man. i love you Hailstorm/Pyrite.
i was also thinking of Alex G's song Mary and how the lyrics are:
"i am real and you are not."
and i feel like that's how she feels about herself, but there's no bitterness despite how conflicted the feelings are because he doesn't hate himself. in fact i think she loves herself in both of its entireties.
so anyway Hailrite [Pyrstorm?] might be my new favorite character.
also some doodles of the Jade winglet [except Moon bc i got tired im SORRY.]
the haters will get me for this but i kinda like Winter/Kinkajou. 🫶
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Dude, get a restraining order.
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(Part three baby!!)
“It would be easier if we went together,” Damian offered, saving him from a half hour of wandering through the halls like a bumbling idiot.
Danny beamed, “I think I’ll take you up on that offer,”
“Likewise, administration is pitifully incompetent when it comes to keeping students informed,” He replied promptly.
Harsh but true. He’s ninety percent sure the map they gave him was for a different school, and the braille on his schedule was just a menu for a local fast food chain. If he’d been fully blind, this would’ve fucked him over. Lawsuit levels of fucked over. The lady at the front desk was either making a messed up joke or having a very bad day.
“Yeah… Incompetent is one word I’d use to describe it” He muttered. At least the written words on his schedule were correct.
“…” His seatmate stares at him, piercing green eyes studying the paper in his hands.
“Your map is outdated,”
“Hhm?”
“That map’s fifty years outdated,” Of course it was, Fenton’s luck strikes again.
“I figured something was wrong with it,” He sighed, running his fingers through his hair.
“You don’t happen to have a spare map on you? This is the only one they gave me,” He chuckled awkwardly, ancients he must look like a moron.
“You’re very calm for the situation you’ve been put in,”
“I’ve experienced worse than a faulty map, this is child’s play!” He reassured.
“I suppose you’re right, but a mistake like this shouldn’t have happened in the first place,”
“Probably not, but at least you’re here so I’m not alone in my confusion,” He smiled, and Damian gave him a curt nod before glancing away.
The two of them continued their walk to class in relative silence. Students passed them by in the hall, a shocked look on their faces as they stole a second glance at the two of them. He’s used to it, his face looks fucking awesome!
When the two of them reached their math class Danny quickly took his spot at the front, Damian taking the seat beside him. The teacher had a lanyard hanging from his neck and a small badge with what he could only guess was the teacher’s name scrawled out on the front. Letters in a font far too small for him to read as the teacher paced back and forth through the classroom.
Other students continued to file into the classroom, but the teacher's gaze lingered on him. Insuring his necklace was still hidden beneath his collar, Danny had a mental sigh of relief. It was, there’s no proof he was breaking any rule of any kind, no reason for a teacher to burn a hole into his skull with their stare.
“Okay!” Their teacher started voice almost shouting as he smacked a ruler onto his desk. It hurt him to admit how hard he flinched at the loud “Thwack!” it made as it hit his desk, only a few inches away from his face.
“As you can see,” He gestured to Danny. “We have a transfer student joining us this year,”
“You are to be kind and respectful to him,”
Oh, Danny hated this already. This teacher wanted him dead. No, this teacher just dug him a grave. Not even a high-quality grave either, it's unmarked and two feet deep. The coffin was just a trash can taped shut.
It may seem dramatic, but a teacher instructing a roomful of teenagers to be “nice and respectful,” to anyone was just begging them to do the opposite, especially if you said it with the same attitude you’d take when addressing a room full of toddlers.
His fate was sealed; he would be single this entire trip.
The worst thing about it was the dude stared down Damian as he said it! The death glare his new friend was giving the adult could curdle milk instantly.
“I wouldn’t blame you if you kicked my ass to spite him,” Danny whispered.
It’d be a necessary evil he’d accept with open arms.
“If I wanted to pursue revenge, I’d target him directly, not you,” Damien replied with a burning determination in his eyes.
“Metal,” Danny nodded.
A worksheet was placed on his desk, the teacher approached from his blind side.
Oh, he was certain, this teacher already didn’t like him. It’s like he’s cursed or something. He’ll never be a straight-A student! Danny glanced over to his glaring seatmate. At least he’d have a witness for this bullcrap.
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