Image credit: Bob Dylan, 2013 © John Shearer
Of his new exhibition,
Bob Dylan said: “I've been around iron all my life ever since I was a
kid. I was born and raised in iron ore country -where you could breathe
it and smell it every day. And I've always worked with it in one form or
another.
Gates appeal to me because of the negative space they allow. They can be
closed but at the same time they allow the seasons and breezes to enter
and flow. They can shut you out or shut you in. And in some ways there
is no difference.”
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Of his new exhibition,
Bob Dylan said: “I've been around iron all my life ever since I was a
kid. I was born and raised in iron ore country -where you could breathe
it and smell it every day. And I've always worked with it in one form or
another.
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Halcyon Gallery will present a major exhibition of new works by artist and musician Bob Dylan, which will open at Halcyon Gallery this November. Mood Swings will show iron works by Bob Dylan for the first time, alongside original works on canvas and signed limited editions, all of which will be for sale.
Seven iron gates welded out of vintage iron and other metal parts created by Dylan in his studio will be featured in the exhibition and will be displayed publicly for the first time. These gates and other objects are the outcome of the artist’s lifelong fascination with welding and metalwork.
Paul Green, President of the Halcyon Gallery, commented: “The forthcoming exhibition will be the most comprehensive and authoritative collection of Bob Dylan’s art to date. While Dylan has been a committed visual artist for more than four decades, this exhibition will cast new light on one of the world’s most important and influential cultural figures of our time. His iron works demonstrate his boundless creativity and talent. As these artworks are made at home, not on the road, they give us a rare glimpse into another part of the artist's own personal universe.”
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ul Green, President
of the Halcyon Gallery, commented: “The forthcoming exhibition will be
the most comprehensive and authoritative collection of Bob Dylan’s art
to date. While Dylan has been a committed visual artist for more than
four decades, this exhibition will cast new light on one of the world’s
most important and influential cultural figures of our time. His iron
works demonstrate his boundless creativity and talent. As these artworks
are made at home, not on the road, they give us a rare glimpse into
another part of the artist's own personal universe.”
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Halcyon Gallery
Gates of Eden
At dawn my lover comes to me
And tells me of her dreams
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
Into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words
But these to tell what’s true
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden
Long Distance Operator
There are thousands in the phone booth
Thousands at the gate
There are thousands in the phone booth
Thousands at the gate
Ev’rybody wants to make a long-distance call
But you know they’re just gonna have to wait
Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands
Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
Oh, how could they ever mistake you?
They wished you’d accepted the blame for the farm
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
How could they ever, ever persuade you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
2 X 2
Seven by seven, they headed for heaven
Eight by eight, they got to the gate
Nine by nine, they drank the wine
Ten by ten, they drank it again
Everything is Broken
Broken bottles, broken plates
Broken switches, broken gates
Broken dishes, broken parts
Streets are filled with broken hearts
Broken words never meant to be spoken
Everything is broken
Golden Loom
I walk across the bridge in the dismal light
Where all the cars are stripped between the gates of night
I see the trembling lion with the lotus flower tail
And then I kiss your lips as I lift your veil
But you’re gone and then all I seem to recall is the smell of perfume
And your golden loom
Day of the Locusts
Outside of the gates the trucks were unloadin’
The weather was hot, a-nearly 90 degrees
The man standin’ next to me, his head was exploding
Well, I was prayin’ the pieces wouldn’t fall on me
Yeah, the locusts sang off in the distance
Yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody
Oh, the locusts sang off in the distance
And the locusts sang and they were singing for me
Simple Twist of Fate
A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walkin’ by the arcade
As the light bust through a beat-up shade where he was wakin’ up,
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate
Absolutely Sweet Marie
Well, your railroad gate, you know I just can’t jump it
Sometimes it gets so hard, you see
I’m just sitting here beating on my trumpet
With all these promises you left for me
You Ain't Goin' Nowhere
Clouds so swift
Rain won’t lift
Gate won’t close
Railings froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You ain’t goin’ nowhere
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