My idol passed away, trully cunning in all aspects , anatomy, layout, facial expression, colors especially motivation.....
He endured all 3 decades maybe 6...from that little shack with full of noises , full of distraction, queuing inharmonies , he can tame the fire and mold it from the chaos...truly an artisan trapped in anachronism...way ahead even in this digital realm....truly magnificent..
As late blossom twirls within the passage of ravage valleys and treacherous intertwining paths that leads to dire adventures of our hero, his right weapon turned blunt, unusable but still can carry the thorned weapons he usually used...with his mighty growl on top of a zenith his echoes made the dark minions hide more deeper in the abyss...
...and the mighty ones sharpened again his entity , they still want his saga, enjoying in that visual pool of euphoria....his left turned to right and his quest continued... it was never the same again.....tamed antis came and went but the fusion of sheer mightiness was gone, but you can still see the sages that are trapped and once used when enemies are so close to victory....
..but alas his mortal soul succumbed ..no matter how chiseled his characters are...no matter how beautiful....
and an apprentice is lost, meandering in the woods ...groping for a sustainable knowledge. Whom shall i follow thy footstep?
...oh how will i missed you thy master ...my captain...our Frank Frazetta.
