Frank Hunter







Frank Hunter

Frank Hunter

Tampa, FL


Frank L. Hunter, painter of people and travel.
At the age of eight or nine in my grandparents home in Sardinia Ohio I was drawing all the Norfolk and Western locomotives and copying cartoons from the Saturday Evening Post. I won a watercolor first prize ribbon at the age of twelve at the Norfolk and Western Employee art show in Roanoke, Virginia. My grandparents always said of me "that he is going to be an artist someday. That said, my parents bought me a trumpet when I was in the fifth grade and art work was never on my mind until I graduated from Portsmouth High School in 1955. I had developed a pretty good lip on the trumpet and decided I wanted to pursue music. The only art I did in high school was to become the school newspaper cartoonist on the school newspaper. I took no courses in art and gave it no thought.
When I discovered that there was no way I could find enough money to enroll in the Cincinnati Conservatory of Music, I checked into the world of commercial art. You know. Draw Me the mail order school in Minneapolis, the Famous Artist School run by Norman Rockwell, et al.... I did not even have enough money to attend college, much less these mail order schools. So I worked a year at a local shoe factory and the following year enrolled at the Ohio State University College of Fine Arts. (They did not offer a commercial art course). While there I found it to be boring studying art appreciation and doing three dimensional things out of clay though I did enjoy life drawing.
Unhappy with the curriculum at Ohio State University, 1n 1959, I found an apprentice job at a large commercial art studio in Columbus. While there I saw what I called the art I wanted. It was called illustration. The studio hired only the best artists and they worked with telling a story for the purpose of selling products. At last I was among artists that emphasized realistic drawing above shapes. I did realize that my time at Ohio State University was not wasted as they covered anatomy drawing very well. My direction and thoughts about art was determined at that point in time.
The term art or artist was just too broad for me. Seems that every one could call themselves an artist of some form or another and it was considered a great hobby for some. Throwing paint at a canvas may be called art by the unenlightened translated by me into foolish people. I still feel that way very much today so I have always disassociated myself from those people. I am an illustrator using my talents to tell a story.
All my paintings tell stories of my life, my family, my friends, my loves, my sarcasm, my desires, my travels, my aviation, my hobbies, my music... et al. I am a product of the forties and fifties and see the world much differently than todays society.
I have been fortunate to travel to so many of the worlds countries and museums, thus I cannot be accused of judging that which I have not seen. I call the masters illustrators rather than artists..
So, what you see on this site is my "arto-biography". Every brush stroke defining a point in my life. I am happy to say that any purchase, prints or original, I will be happy to give the story behind the work. Eclectic. Versatile. I can work in any style...any medium. After fifty years in the advertising art business, I retired in 2007 and commenced to assemble past works and illustrate my life.


A Land Far Away by Frank Hunter


17th and Mound Portsmouth Ohio by Frank Hunter


My sister Marie on Thomas ave in portsmouth ohio by Frank Hunter


Forest forest by Frank Hunter


Dancing daisies by Frank Hunter


Angel Peak New Mexico by Frank Hunter


Guadalupe Peak Texas by Frank Hunter


Hotel Balcony at Stromboli by Frank Hunter


And I looked and this is what I saw by Frank Hunter


The Revelation of Jesus Christ by Frank Hunter


Three Boats at Stromboli by Frank Hunter


In The Austrian Alps by Frank Hunter


mayan courtyard in the yucatan by Frank Hunter


lunch for the birds in Amsterdam by Frank Hunter


JoAnn With our piper Cherokee 10 Whisky by Frank Hunter


Last call for the toilet Sardinia Ohio by Frank Hunter


Untitled original for sale by Frank Hunter


30 years later by Frank Hunter


My Tiki Garden by Frank Hunter


Flirting at my basement bar and pool room by Frank Hunter


Meeting Cat by Frank Hunter


Final flight Owen Roberts and Robert Wilson from Palisador airport Kingston Jamaica crash on takeo by Frank Hunter


My basement bar pool table Columbus Ohio Overbrook Drive 1976 by Frank Hunter


The Walkaround by Frank Hunter


The stewardess by Frank Hunter


Tampa train station with Portsmouth Ohio railroads by Frank Hunter


11th Street and Chillicothe Street the old Salvation Army Citadel by Frank Hunter


Front Street Portsmouh Ohio 1948 Before the Flood wall was in place by Frank Hunter


Midtown Portsmouth Ohio 1948 by Frank Hunter


Dirty Laundry by Frank Hunter


St. John Antigua Street Scene by Frank Hunter


Saint Kitts train ride by Frank Hunter


Los Valadores at the Ruins of Tulum by Frank Hunter


The Green Isle Inn Bar and Pool Early 80s by Frank Hunter


Mariachi serenade at Garibaldi Square in ciudad Mexico by Frank Hunter


Barbados Beach Tee Shirts by Frank Hunter


Trinidad Tobago Pan Band by Frank Hunter


The green train from Limon Costa Rica by Frank Hunter


El Convento Hotel and San Juan church in Old San Juan Puerto Rico by Frank Hunter


Kingston Jamaica Rasta Braid Shoppe by Frank Hunter


Nassau Bahamas Sidewalk Stroll by Frank Hunter


The West End carryout at the bridge by Frank Hunter


Tequila Farm to Bar by Frank Hunter


Waikiki to diamond head honolulu by Frank Hunter


Sint Maarten Street Scene by Frank Hunter


Hacienda Juanita Plantation In Puerto Rico by Frank Hunter


Roadside Pig Roast Puerto Rico by Frank Hunter


Temporarily Lost in San German Puerto Rico by Frank Hunter