With tributes, remembrances, and recaps of the life and art of Frank Frazetta lying spread across the internet like blue mantles beneath the stars, I found myself struggling to come up with anything fresh or meaningful to say about the Greatest Fantasy Illustrator of All Time that hasn’t already been said. But of course I love Frazetta’s artwork, and wanted to add something to the discussion as we approach the 10th anniversary of his death (May 10, 2010), so I asked myself, What is it about Frazetta’s style that keeps me coming back to his images?

The more I think about it, it’s his ability to depict strength. Frazetta understood raw power and human musculature like no other artist I’ve encountered. He was a master at portraying rippling, powerful heroes in scenes of sweeping action, bursting with dynamic motion and power barely contained by the canvas.

This characteristic permeates all his work, even his J.R.R. Tolkien sketches, which most illustrators typically handle with distance and restraint. Here’s one of my favorites, a Thor-like Witch King ready to bash a curvaceous, full-figured Eowyn with a hammer of the gods:

Among the hallmarks of sword-and-sorcery fiction is the solitary hero stalking through vine-choked jungles or scaling sheer cliff-faces in search of some great lost treasure, with only his bravery and strength to see him through. As a kid, strength drew me to the Frazetta-illustrated Lancer and Ace Conan books. I wanted to be a powerful, self-sufficient lone wolf like the Conan Frazetta drew, and I was, vicariously. I still get the same thrill viewing these pictures even now. Frazetta’s art captivates because it offers an appealing alternative of action and motion and man-to-man conflict alien to our modern office lives. His drawings empower—there’s no telling how many young men he spurred to hit the gym and to try to emulate his paintings through hard work in the weight room. One of them is here, writing these words.

For example, this painting from Conan the Usurper of the Lancer line features the Cimmerian ready to uproot or snap a massive pair of chains and tear into the great serpent looming over him. Look at that back, the envy of even the world’s mightiest deadlifters!

The subject of Conan’s strength and size is a frequent topic of internet debate. Some say he was lean and pantherish, the latter one of Howard’s favorite adjectives. Others prefer the heavily muscled depiction of the Cimmerian made famous by Arnold Schwarzenegger. Howard’s texts seem to lean towards the latter, describing Conan as possessed of a “massive, muscular build” (“The Black Stranger”) or with a physique that was “almost a giant in stature, muscles rippling smoothly under his skin which the sun had burned brown” (“Red Nails”). I’ve always pictured a heavily-muscled Conan in my mind’s eye while reading and Frazetta’s images confirm this. Of course, Frazetta may have simply programmed my brain to think that way.

Conan’s great strength is ironically most evident in the things he cannot do, such as hurling a mighty rock with the same force as the gray man-ape of “Iron Shadows in the Moon”:

That Conan can pick up and throw such a massive block at all speaks volumes of his physical power. In another famous scene (and perhaps my favorite Frazetta painting), Conan is outmuscled by the ape-man Thak in “Rogues in the House,” but possesses just enough barbaric strength to hold the beast’s jaws at bay until his poniard finds the beast’s heart:

But for sheer unbridled strength, muscle on muscle and sinew vs. sinew, nothing beats the match of Conan against the massively muscled giant Baal-pteor, described by Howard as follows:

Baal-pteor is a Strangler of Yota-pong, raised from birth to snap the necks of human sacrifices on the altar of his grim god. He and Conan engage in an epic match of strength on strength, grabbing one another’s necks and squeezing to see which will break first. Baal-pteor’s eyes widen when he feels the Cimmerian’s strength and unyielding iron cords of his neck. Inexorably, Conan prevails. His return boast to the choking Baal-pteor is the stuff of legend:

It’s a shame Frazetta never painted the interlocked columns of muscle that formed this titanic struggle.

Frazetta’s art surpasses anything we’ve seen on film, even with the advent of CGI. CGI remains incapable of rendering convincing human beings, and so the muscular whirlwinds that Frank painted, men and women somehow in motion on two-dimensional canvas, remain the best depictions of Howard’s heroes.

For example, buff though he is, I never warmed to Jason Mamoa as Conan. He just doesn’t seem to be possessed of that coiled, steely, near-inhuman strength that Howard described and Frazetta depicted so well. Schwarzenegger in the first Conan film was closer, but a little too stiff. Conan wasn’t necessarily built like a modern-day bodybuilder, but he should be powerful-looking, sheathed in a convincing layer of muscle that allows him to match the athletic performance of a savage tiger.

In other words, just like Frank Frazetta painted him.

Note: A version of this essay originally appeared on The Cimmerian website in 2010.

Brian Murphy is the author of Flame and Crimson: A History of Sword-and-Sorcery (Pulp Hero Press). Learn more about his work on his website, The Silver Key.