Apparently, Frank liked to work out. Which makes sense because Frank’s paintings LOOK like they were painted by one hardcore motherfucker. So when I saw his self-portrait (with all his motherfucking intensity), I was all, “hell yeah”. The man matched his art.
The story goes like this: Frank was working with one of his Conan models, maybe on a Death Dealer painting of some kind. Apparently the model wasn’t posing properly. After a while, Frank got really pissed, tore off his own shirt (revealing his own chiseled physique), pushed the model off the stage and flexed into the position he wanted and said, “No, no, no! Like THIS.”
I don’t know if that story is true. But whenever I’m taking photo refs for someone like Wolverine, I’ll often find myself without a shirt, standing in front of my bathroom mirror while holding a camera in one hand and flexing my marginally exercised body (far from Logan’s, mind you) and doing my best Wolverine impression.
And in that moment I’ll usually think of Frank Frazetta and how, maybeif I keep working out and drawingI can one day be like him.
Normally I’d say “Rest In Peace Frank”, but he’s probably beating the shit out of the devil right now
with the Death Dealers watching as Frank says, “No, no no! Like THIS.”