Frank Frazetta died today. I was a fan. I had your calendars, your posters, and way too many of your book covers. I’m holding my dusty old paperback ace paperback edition of The Son of Tarzan as I write this. I have them all. The same goes for many of your comic book illustrations. I loved your work. 
As I read Conan, it was your Conan in my mind’s eye. Arnold was a feeble copy. That’s the power of imagination, your work fueled my imagination, and if I remember correctly, the imagination of every 197os era Sci-Fi geek I knew. We all loved your work. We all decorated our walls with it. We all tried to copy it. None of use were up to the task. So few were.
R.I.P. Frank Frazetta
