Dylan Hausthor

milk

FP-100C

24" x 20"

Dylan Hausthor

my friend is reading virginia woolf and i’m embarrassed because i never have

FP-100C

24" x 20"

Dylan Hausthor

mudstuckers

FP-100C

24" x 20"

Dylan Hausthor

a black walnut killed her kid

FP-100C

24" x 20"

DH013

Dylan Hausthor

the gardener and the fisherman

FP-100C

24" x 20"

Dylan Hausthor

lily dale angel worship

FP-100C

24" x 20"

Dylan Hausthor

foxgloves down the road from the pickup that has a dead battery, 2023

Archival pigment print

50" x 40"

Dylan Hausthor

deer and ghost, 2022

Archival pigment print

43" x 53"

DH007

Dylan Hausthor

float, 2022

Archival pigment print

43" x 53"

DH009

Dylan Hausthor

moths fck, 2023

Archival pigment print

50" x 40"

Dylan Hausthor

the sixteen eggs i found in the field of flowers hatched in the basement painted white, 2023

Archival pigment print

40" x 50"

Dylan Hausthor

upstate of a state that has no up, 2024

Archival pigment print

20" x 16"

Dylan Hausthor

glock tucked, big t shirt, billie eilish, 2024

Archival pigment print

20" x 16"

Dylan Hausthor

a week of the same moth coming back to my window every night, 2023

Archival pigment print with spiderwebs

20" x 16" (each x 7)

Press Release

Dylan Hausthor is an artist based on the coast of Maine. They received their BFA from Maine College of Art and MFA from Yale School of Art. They were a 2019 recipient of a Nancy Graves fellowship for visual artists, runner-up for the Aperture Portfolio Prize, nominated for Prix Pictet 2021, a W. Eugene Smith Grant finalist, 2021 Hariban Award Honorable Mention, 2021 Penumbra Foundation resident, 2023 Light Work resident, a 2022-2023 Lunder Fellow at Colby College, and the winner of Burn Magazine’s Emerging Photographer’s Fund. Their work has been shown nationally and internationally, and they have three books in the permanent collection at MoMA. They work teaching ghost hunting, ritual, photography, and mushroom foraging. To write this biography, Dylan contacted a forensic medium, who suggested that they “seemed like someone who was passionate in the things they believed in and who hides messages in what they have to say”.

I was recently visiting my hometown and stopped to fill up my car with gas. I noticed a woman sitting outside the gas station drinking coffee and recognized her as my old ballet teacher. I sat down next to her and we caught up. She had been going blind for a decade since I last saw her. She had fallen out of love, started growing a garden, and found god. She had a small collection of freshly picked mushrooms next to her and handed me one, saying “Mushrooms have no gender, did you know that?”

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