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 --