Blanchitsu!

John Blanche died. I first encountered him in Steve Jackson's Sorcery! books. Now that's a wizard! His art had the rubbery weirdness of someone like Erol Otus, but went beyond with a sort of feverish decadence, and a dash of punk. You could feel Blanche's work crawl and writhe, and probably spit, too. Much will be written in the next few days about Blanche and his art by better writers than