I'm reeling with a flu-like cold and just wasn't up for writing here today. But I did put the finishing touches on my illustration for an Italian publisher's new book on Lucio Fulci, the director of late-'70s and early '80s gems like Don't Torture the Duckling, Schizo aka Woman in a Lizard's Skin, Gates of Hell, Zombie, House by the Cemetary, The Beyond and lots more (I've already written an article for the book -- on my initial drive-in and grindhouse experiences with all things Fulci -- which is being translated into Italian).
I then made the pilgrimage down the hill to Brattleboro to pick up my son Dan's drawing for the same project. Great to see Dan and my daughter/his sis Maia Rose, though I was by then suffering from the waning of my cold med and slipping into a mucous-dribbling rough beast slouching, so home agin home agin jiggedy jig I did go.
I've now got some scanning and touchup to do, then off it goes to the Smoky Man!
For some reason, I channeled Fulci via Charles Schulz and found the result amusing. It must be the cold meds.
Sniff --
2 Comments:
Hope you feel better buddy. I had that same stuff a couple of weeks ago, and I'm just now getting over it and back to normal. Best to you and yours...
Them herbal cold remedies will be the death of you. All of my "natural" friends are always sick and puny.
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