It's funny how sometimes going back to stuff that happened a long while ago can be at once uncomfortable AND cathartic.
In the bright light of a new day I find myself feeling a whole bunch of things I didn't expect. I feel slightly silly for ever taking comparisons with Frazetta as anything other than a compliment - despite what was written in Icon. That's my own insecurity talking there! I also feel that maybe I was a bit harsh on the old man. We're none of us perfect!
And, y' know - I still bloody love his work. Always will. He's not on the same pedestal I had him on for a long long time, but that's no bad thing. We can be too dazzled by our influences, too prostrate in their shadows.
I checked out an old wound, and you know what? It's heeled pretty good it seems. From now on if ever I get the same comparison again I'll take it with grace, and be thankful.
Hey, and you know - maybe he WOULD have been a little bit proud that his legacy can be traced through my work.