At 6 o'clock every weekday morning, a small, wiry man in a khaki shirt and faded blue jeans hurries across Los Angeles' San Vicente Boulevard, enters a grimy old commercial building, and climbs the stairs to a large studio. There, Painter Rico Lebrun finds himself in what looks like a cooled-off hell. The walls are lined with massive, tortured figures drawn on huge pieces of parchment. A decapitated man holds his head in his hands; an adjoining figure is riven from neck to thigh; a third figure turns slowly into a serpent. These, along with similar drawings on display this week...
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