I think like a lot of guys about my age or a bit older, the artwork of Frank Frazetta is directly responsible for inducing puberty. He died yesterday following a stroke. Michael Cavna nailed Frazetta’s genius:
Amid all his artwork’s massive swords and towering cliffscapes and thundering skies of menace, Frazetta could flat-out make the viewers’ eye feel the “meat” of the thing. Coiled pythons. Poised big cats. Rippling torsos posed just so. Frazetta’s artwork pulled you into worlds that put you at immediate peril — and it all started with the sinew. Glorious, striving, all-too-mortal muscle.
He’ll be missed.