Frazetta's was the work that first made me realize there was such a thing as "an artist". I knew there was such a thing as "artists" but suddenly there was this one guy whose work I could immediately recognize. Maybe it was the supple... lines... he drew. The paintings looked effortless and the pen & ink drawings were mere sketches, but each conveyed action, emotion, story... and I realize my sketch doesn't have those things. But I was there, and I did drink, and I did draw, and when I got home I did dig out my ICON book and marvel at the work of a genuine master as if I was 12 again. Thanks for the inspiration, guys.