An artist and a writer walked into a bar… sounds like a perfect set-up for what promises to be a very interesting book. The intriguing title, Transposed Heads, conjures several interpretations for this exchange.
By the way … I looked up Mr. Olsen’s work on his website. All I can say is that it is like stumbling upon a visual language that vibrates with meaning - like being able to read an ancient text from the future.
As for Dylan, the more said, the less said, it doesn’t matter. He is simply present - like the sun.
Thanks Donald. He became the truth teller of my early years in California beginning 1965. What a time that was. “Wowie pretty scary” and much more. This young Nebraskan became a believer. I also love Lance’s drawing/painting of mr. Dylan.
An artist and a writer walked into a bar… sounds like a perfect set-up for what promises to be a very interesting book. The intriguing title, Transposed Heads, conjures several interpretations for this exchange.
By the way … I looked up Mr. Olsen’s work on his website. All I can say is that it is like stumbling upon a visual language that vibrates with meaning - like being able to read an ancient text from the future.
As for Dylan, the more said, the less said, it doesn’t matter. He is simply present - like the sun.
Thanks Donald. He became the truth teller of my early years in California beginning 1965. What a time that was. “Wowie pretty scary” and much more. This young Nebraskan became a believer. I also love Lance’s drawing/painting of mr. Dylan.