Frank Frazetta will not be down for breakfast
Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 7:15 pm
http://splashpage.mtv.com/2010/05/10/ri ... visionary/
"As I reported earlier today on Twitter, veteran artist Frank Frazetta has died at age 82.
The creator responsible for some of the most iconic images from the worlds of swords-and-sorcery and science-fiction, Frazetta died due to a stroke suffered earlier today.
Perhaps best known for his paintings of Conan the Barbarian that adorned the covers of Robert E. Howard's paperback adventures, the artist contributed both covers and interior art for comics and numerous novels — including the "Creepy" comics and Edgar Rice Burroughs' "John Carter of Mars" series. His images of musclebound men, terrifying creatures, and scantily clad women in need of rescue became the inspiration for countless artists and literary works."
It was William Morris who said:
“Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time,
Why should I strive to set the crooked straight?
Let it suffice me that my murmuring rhyme,
Beats with light wing against the ivory gate,
Telling a tale not too importunate
To those who in the sleepy region stay,
Lulled by the singer of an empty day.”
R.I.P. Frank
"As I reported earlier today on Twitter, veteran artist Frank Frazetta has died at age 82.
The creator responsible for some of the most iconic images from the worlds of swords-and-sorcery and science-fiction, Frazetta died due to a stroke suffered earlier today.
Perhaps best known for his paintings of Conan the Barbarian that adorned the covers of Robert E. Howard's paperback adventures, the artist contributed both covers and interior art for comics and numerous novels — including the "Creepy" comics and Edgar Rice Burroughs' "John Carter of Mars" series. His images of musclebound men, terrifying creatures, and scantily clad women in need of rescue became the inspiration for countless artists and literary works."
It was William Morris who said:
“Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time,
Why should I strive to set the crooked straight?
Let it suffice me that my murmuring rhyme,
Beats with light wing against the ivory gate,
Telling a tale not too importunate
To those who in the sleepy region stay,
Lulled by the singer of an empty day.”
R.I.P. Frank