Frank L. Hunter
Bad Boy of the Art World....
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. I always heard he is going to be an artist from the relatives. That said, my parents bought me a trumpet when I was in the fifth grade and art work was never in my mind until I graduated from Portsmouth High School. 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, I found an apprentice job at a thirty five man art studio. While there I saw what I called the art I wanted. It was called illustration. The studio hired only the best artists I had seen 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 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 museums, thus I cannot be accused of judging that which I have not seen. I call the masters illustrators.
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. I can work to order.