When Vancouver Biennale brought Osgemeos’ magical murals to town.
Step Into the Frame
I am aware that being a twin is, for want of a better term, strange. Whether dreaming the same dream, humming the same obscure song neither of us has heard in years, or merely talking in unison, our minds seem to be running on the same mechanism. Even we find these coincidences—are they coincidences?—a little paranormal.