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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.

 

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

 

Roseau Dominica by Frank Hunter

 

The Norfolk and Western Pumphouse at Sardinia Ohio by Frank Hunter

 

Family Picnic Along White Oak Creek Sardinia Ohio by Frank Hunter

 

Troop Train at Sardinia Ohio 1943 by Frank Hunter

 

Fishing at the Pump House on White Oak Creek by Frank Hunter

 

Study in Light and Dark Opus Three by Frank Hunter

 

Study in Light and Dark Opus Two by Frank Hunter

 

Study in Light and Dark Opus One by Frank Hunter

 

Convair 440 at Columbus by Frank Hunter

 

Early Still Life With Pear and Oranges by Frank Hunter

 

Stewardess and DC3 by Frank Hunter

 

Waterfall by Frank Hunter

 

Sailing on Hoover Reservoir by Frank Hunter

 

Instrument Landing System by Frank Hunter

 

Twa at Chicago Gate by Frank Hunter

 

Nassau Air Viscount Loading by Frank Hunter

 

Bahamas Airways Vickers Viscount by Frank Hunter

 

Austrian Village on Road to Innsbruck from Venice by Frank L Hunter

 

Amber leaving La Bottega de Marano Grocery on Island of Stromboli by Frank Hunter

 

Amber at the Roman Coliseum by Frank Hunter

 

Amber Breakfast in Florence by Frank Hunter

 

Amber at Pompei and Mount Vesuvius by Frank Hunter

 

Amber in a Koblenz German Bier Garten by Frank Hunter

 

Amber on Island of Burano Venice Italy by Frank Hunter

 

Ambers Dream Riomaggiore by Frank Hunter

 

Amber shoots a Selfie in jest from our Amsterdam room by Frank Hunter

 

A Rainy Day in Salzburg, Austria by Frank Hunter

 

Amber at Mcglynn's Pub in London, England by Frank Hunter

 

Skippy by Frank Hunter

 

Amber Atop Stromboli Island Volcano, Sicily by Frank Hunter

 

Amber in Paris by Frank Hunter

 

Riomaggiore, Italy by Frank Hunter

 

The Artist and His Muse by Frank Hunter

 

Moonlight Over Portsmouth 1948 by Frank Hunter

 

The Annihilation of Hate by Frank Hunter

 

The Beauty of The Rain Forest by Frank Hunter

 

All Aboard by Frank Hunter

 

Myself with Fish and Cat by Frank Hunter

 

My Grandad and His Cat by Frank Hunter

 

Flowers From The Heart by Frank Hunter

 

The Interrogation by Frank Hunter