Wood Grain Lick

Dylan Hausthor’s work is an act of hybridity—an effort to render field recordings into myth. Interested in the human threshold between growth and an abyss of lunacy, the stories he looks for are found at the end of dirt roads and in the tops of fir trees.

Humans wandering the threshold between unapologetic existence and an abyss of lunacy find their camp amongst washed out gutters, crinkly beauty pageants and ceremonies performed for nothing and nobody. It's a mythic, hairless underbelly of a place where the echo of Christian talk radio is muffled by an incessant rubbing of fir needles.

Wood Grain Lick manipulates a landscape that is simultaneously autobiographical, documentary, and fictional– a weaving of myth and symbol in order to examine the chaos of storytelling.

© Dylan Hausthor - Michael
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Michael

© Dylan Hausthor - My Finger Joints Are Too Cold
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My Finger Joints Are Too Cold

© Dylan Hausthor - Shedding
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Shedding

© Dylan Hausthor - Inbred, Again
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Inbred, Again

© Dylan Hausthor - Moot Moon
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Moot Moon

© Dylan Hausthor - Frost Heaves
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Frost Heaves

© Dylan Hausthor - Burning
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Burning

© Dylan Hausthor - Death Cap
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Death Cap

© Dylan Hausthor - I Live At The End Of This Road
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I Live At The End Of This Road

© Dylan Hausthor - Water To Wine
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Water To Wine

© Dylan Hausthor - God's Acres
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God's Acres

© Dylan Hausthor - Burning Brook
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Burning Brook

© Dylan Hausthor - Wednesday
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Wednesday

© Dylan Hausthor - Farmer
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Farmer

© Dylan Hausthor - Dead Men, Look At Me
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Dead Men, Look At Me

© Dylan Hausthor - Michelle
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Michelle

© Dylan Hausthor - Blinking
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Blinking

© Dylan Hausthor - Barn
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Barn

Wood Grain Lick by Dylan Hausthor

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