Oil on Canvas

45" x 44"

My first exposure to the madness of Bob Dylan occurred in 1966.  I have vivid recall of my reaction.  I held my breath, my heart rate accelerated, and my face froze in a sardonic grin.  The art of Bob Dylan led me to what was then known as Greenwich Village shortly thereafter.  My soul remains there to this day.  

My consciousness, or more accurately, my altered consciousness, emerged from the sensual bombardment I received within that environment.  I do not believe in coincidence so, I have concluded that I was drawn there by some ethereal, magnetic force.

I have no regrets.