sometimes i can't help but notice the shadows that surround me
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i have been collecting random images from friends, strangers, as well as my own facebook posts for quite a while now... keeping the one's that really catch my eye or intrigue me... sort of virtual eavesdropping... and with the intention that i might make a zine, book, or something someday. today i overheard 4 teenagers talking about a school assignment where they were supposed to eavesdrop on people and gather random lines to make poems... and i thought... perfect. how about if i collected both the visual and the auditory... and somehow combined them and added a new section to my website? coming soon... eavesdropping an online zine/blog by dylan scholinski eavesdropping is the act of secretly listening to the private conversation of others without their consent, as defined by Black's Law Dictionary.[1] This is commonly thought to be unethical and there is an old adage that eavesdroppers seldom hear anything good of themselves...eavesdroppers always try to listen to matters that concern them. definition taken from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eavesdropping a current eavesdrop... what if mustard and ketchup were in the same bottle? really makes you think, huh? mood- excited, nosey love, dylan look for updates and blog posts on most tuesdays and occasional fridays a few sundays ago i was hanging out in a friends kitchen. i discovered a cookie sheet she had been using for rolling candles and was immediately taken in by the textures on the surface of the sheet and began shooting. here are a couple of the images from that day. i will continue going through the images and posting the finished series soon. thanks for looking. let me know what you think. love, dylan look for updates and blog posts on most tuesdays and occasional fridays dear me,
"nothing worthwhile ever comes easy" that's what our grandmother used to say. okay, maybe not our grandmother... but i know somebody's grandmother did... or so i have heard so many times. anyway, what i mean to say is... i know things feel hard right now. and there is no doubt that it is all worth it. but, dylan, you know that in times like these you must be more patient and kind with yourself as well as with others. don't forget. love, yourself look for updates and blog posts on most tuesdays and occasional fridays alrighty.
i told myself that i had a break from posting until the end of the year... permission to take time to get reconnected with myself, regroup, and relieve some self imposed internet pressures. i thought about posting so much over the past month and a half... sometimes it was so very hard not to - but i was committed to my self and my break. then january 1st came and i began to feel a bit anxious. it was like that awkwardness you might feel when you are about to see an old friend after a long time has passed. how can you reasonably and effectively catch-up after all of that time? should you hug them? what will you talk about? will they recognize me? so here i go. attempting to break this tension. hello. it's me. dylan. it's a new year. it's time for new friends. it's time for new records. it's time for new art. it's time for new space. it's just time. simple. love to all that read this. i'll see you on tuesday (if not before). dylan look for updates and blog posts on most tuesdays and occasional fridays hello all. i will be taking a break from posting until Jan. 2011. i am just taking some time to re-group, re-charge... and then re-surface. hope you all have a great holiday season in whatever way you choose to engage. love to you all. see you next year. love, dylan damn. time is flying by here. so busy with stuff. navigating life, art. etc. so here it is... the last week in pictures. enjoy. and as always, please let me know what you think. love, dylan click PRINTS/PHOTOS to see more images
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