Dylan Seeman's Art
Writings
For a long time, I’ve felt a yearning to write—a series, a collection, something that reflects the inner workings of my world. But the path was always unclear. I didn’t know where to begin, what to say, who I was writing for, or even why I should at all. Now, I’ve settled on something simpler: a journal. A space where the threads of my art, my criticisms, my dreams, my sense of belonging, my culture, and the core of who I am can all converge.
I want to apologize upfront for the way I’ll write. It will be disjointed—fragmented, uneven—thoughts coming in fits and starts, unrefined, often messy. I’ve tried other forms, but this feels like the only way to let the words flow to convey the way it felt living it. Maybe I’m asking too much from a reader, but it’s the only way I can make sense of it all.
I hope you find something in this. But if you ever see me in person, please—be ginger. These are the most intimate parts of my life, the quiet spaces I’ve kept hidden.
--Dylan James Seeman