some paintings on papers and woods by magister ludi Lusor. Here the patient path that lead to the obolix, the atmospherical cleaner, hints from the spirit to himself, may you behold each line has meaning, or else it just is not. From deepest confusion and darkness of giant walls of seduction we finally removed the thickness of the thousand fears that would entrap our psyche, mountains of terror I cleaned, through pits of endless night where the dead even were released and brought to hence eternal peace, we recovered the seven lights which broad our sacred days. LJB