Frazetta, Frank

May 10, 2010. Rest in Peace, Frank Frazetta. Meeting a hero or idol can be a tricky thing. There's a good possibility it will shatter illusions as you come face-to-face with that person. We're all human beings, after all, subject to inflated egos and elevated self-importance. But not you, sir. I went to SDCC in 1995, solely in pursuit of your solo masterpiece, Thunda 1. Five minutes inside the door, I found myself in possession of what turned out to be the only copy there. Browsing later that afternoon, I overheard somebody say "Frank Frazetta is over at the Christie's booth." I shot over there with a haste that wouldn't be possible anymore on a San Diego Saturday. There was a crowd gathered, fanboys and pros alike. And there you were in the center, giving time to each and every fan, meeting each one, connecting with each one. I waited patiently, abandoning my initial idea of having you sign my new treasure when I saw you, hands shaking, seeming to struggle with putting your classic signature on a backing board for the fellow in front of me. I didn't need a signature--I really just wanted to meet you and tell you how much joy your art had given me over the years. My turn came, and you shook my hand, and I showed you my new acquisition and you smiled and said "it's the only one." The only book you ever did, cover-to-cover. We talked for a few minutes and I yielded my spot to the next fan. And I came away from that encounter feeling like you treasured your fans, just as they treasured you. Albeit brief, it was a terrific experience. Thank you. Bottomless tubes of paint and an endless canvas await you.