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Frank Hunter

Frank Hunter

Tampa, FL

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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.

 

The Road to Pikes Peak by Frank Hunter

 

Nelson's Ship At Sea by Frank Hunter

 

Disaster On The Reef by Frank Hunter

 

The Non-Sober Graduate by Frank Hunter

 

My Two Sons by Frank Hunter

 

Daisys by Frank Hunter

 

Leveq-Lncoln Tower Columbus Ohio by Frank Hunter

 

Coast Guard by Frank Hunter

 

Chaos On The Track by Frank Hunter

 

Rockets to Mars by Frank Hunter

 

Gourmet Fish Dinner by Frank Hunter

 

Mystery Painting From 1961 by Frank Hunter

 

Aviation in Blue and White by Frank Hunter

 

Lake Central Convair 340 by Frank Hunter

 

United Airlines DC-6 Over The Islands by Frank Hunter

 

TWA Convair 880 by Frank Hunter

 

Twa Constellation Over Race Track by Frank Hunter

 

TWA 707 Boarding by Frank Hunter

 

A Piper Cherokee Over the Field by Frank Hunter

 

Pam Am 707 Take off by Frank Hunter

 

Eastern Airlines DC-8 in December Christmas Paint by Frank Hunter

 

Canadair CL-44 at Sunset by Frank Hunter

 

Twin Beechcraft Over the Lake by Frank Hunter

 

American Airlines Lockheed Electra by Frank Hunter

 

American Airlines Boeing 727 by Frank Hunter

 

Allison testing their engines on a Convair by Frank Hunter

 

Aero Commander Crossing the Desert by Frank Hunter

 

Historic Portsmouth Ohio Circa 1950 by Frank Hunter

 

The Sun The Moon and The Stars by Frank Hunter

 

Programming a Robotic Pitcher by Frank Hunter

 

Amber Adorned by Frank Hunter

 

Wakening to Butterflies by Frank Hunter

 

Portsmouth Ohio 1948 When I Was A Child by Frank Hunter

 

Pick Your Nose by Frank Hunter

 

Harmon Street Ferry Landing Portsmouth Ohio 1948 by Frank Hunter

 

The Reservoir Tennis Courts Portsmouth Ohio 1955 by Frank Hunter

 

A Variation On My Crispy Creme Painting by Frank Hunter

 

The Baltimore and Ohio Railroad Passenger and Freight Complex Portsmouth Ohio 1948 by Frank Hunter

 

Borden Milk Plant on Second Street 1948 by Frank Hunter

 

Crispy Creme and Hamburger Inn Eighth and Gallia 1948 by Frank Hunter

 

Harmon Street Fairground Portsmouth Ohio 1948 by Frank Hunter

 

Dreamland Pool Summer 1948 by Frank Hunter

 

Grant and Hutchins Street Croquet Players 1948 by Frank Hunter

 

The LaRoy Theater Portsmouth Ohio 1953 by Frank Hunter

 

Picking Up My Newspapers At The Greyhound Station by Frank Hunter

 

Chillicothe Street From Esplanade to Bridge Portsmouth Ohio 1948 by Frank Hunter

 

Bignose Airlines Employee Familiarization Flight by Frank Hunter

 

My Grandmother Saying Goodbye at Sardinia Ohio by Frank Hunter