( alycia debnam carey, cis-female, she/her) SPOTTED: DYLAN JACOBS in new york city! heard the THIRTY THREE year old works as an ART CURATOR & DEALER. word on the streets is that they can be KINDHEARTED, but they can also be CLOSED OFF.
Basics
FULL NAME: Dylan Marie Jacobs
NICKNAME(S): Dyl, Dill Pickle
D.O.B / AGE: June 15, 1993 / 33
GENDER: Cis-female
PRONOUNS: she/her
SEXUALITY: Pansexual
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic
FAMILY: William ‘Bill’ Jacobs (Father, deceased) ; Ida Jacobs (Mother) ; Hattie (Younger Sister); June (Younger Sister)
HOMETOWN: Valdosta, GA
OCCUPATION: Art Curator and Dealer
RESIDENT OF NEW YORK: Since 2014
PETS: Johnny Boy (Horse in upstate New York)
Personality
LIKES: art, books, coffee, animals, nature, oldies music (soft spot for Johnny Cash), travel
DISLIKES: lazy people, elitism, mansplainers
POSITIVE TRAITS: hardworking, empathetic, intelligent, open-minded
NEGATIVE TRAITS: workaholic, stubborn, slow to trust, secretive
TLDR;
Dylan was born and raised on a farm and is the first of her family to go to college
She has always loved art and went to UGA for Art History
Began interning at Metropolitan Museum of Art at 21 and worked her way up an assistant curator by 25
Money was always a trouble so started to freelance code to help offset cost of living in New York
Coding turned into hacking as time went on and she has made some questionable choices.
Pivoted her career to curating and art dealing which helped her open a gallery that she now co-owns three years ago.
Biography
Dylan was taught from an early age never to live beyond her means. Growing up in a rural home in Valdosta, Georgia; she was raised on a farm and rose with the sun and learned not to stop working until the sun stopped working. Her dad instilled his hard working attitude on his daughter from an early age, and Dylan’s mom tried her best to challenge her daughter to do something with herself. They both saw that there was a lot of creative potential in her and didn’t quite know how to deal with that. Not having a lot of resources, their daughter often made due with what she was given. Simple tasks were made fun with just the use of imagination. She got joy from naming the chickens after the famous artists that she found books on in the library, and learned that maybe this could be a life she could settle into.
That was until she turned 17. She knew that the idea of college meant expenses beyond what her parents could possibly afford. Although they tried to hide the fact from Dylan, it wasn’t hard for her to see. When she spoke to the school guidance counselor, they gave her pamphlets on trade schools. Up until then, Dylan figured she would be working on the farm when she graduated, the Jacobs didn’t have a son and as the eldest, she saw it as her responsibility. She shared this sentiment with her parents and her mother started to cry, which of course shocked the teenager. Mrs. Jacobs begged Dylan to take a look at colleges, apply for scholarships, “Be the someone you were born to be.” Was something that rang through her mind.
After looking into all her options and passions, she realized what she loved more than anything in the world was art. Dylan didn’t quite think that she could emulate any type of art through media, but what she felt a passion for was putting art together. She had an eye and so she applied for schools in Georgia and went to the University of Georgia for an Art History degree. When she got there, she felt like a small fish in a big pond. People told her that this was nothing compared to other cities in the United States, but to Dylan this was her first time leaving the small town and she was awestruck. As she moved through college, she learned so much more about herself.
The desire to learn about art helped her learn even more about the world, which in turn took her to travel around the world. She took her first flight at the age of 19. Things were looking up for her as she continued to travel. Visiting art museums she had only dreamt of when she was a kid. Seeing the great works of art by painters that her chickens were named after. It was hard to swallow the extravagant lifestyle she was entering into, where art could equal opulence, where people paid fortunes for art. Dylan felt detached from her old life, but could not quite figure out if she belonged in the world she was entering into.
Upon graduation, she was offered an internship as an art historian at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City. It was a dream come true. Living in New York City from living where in the summertime you can hear the honks of taxis at night was far different than living on her childhood farm where you could hear the cicadas and crickets singing at night. She loved what she was doing though and as she gained friends and continued to make the city her new home, she learned to love everything about it. Once the internship was over, she already had a job secured. And she made her way through the ranks, and by the time she was 25, she was an assistant art curator.
It wasn’t without hard work and hours though, and the problem that she found in the city was, she didn’t have the type of connections or money that her colleagues had. She never would. But she could figure out one problem she consistently had. Money. Dylan took a few coding classes in college and continued to improve and hone it. She began to freelance code, which turned into a road she did not see her path turning down, but she start to hack. It was small things at first, but they began to get bigger and legality is a little more questionable these days.
Dylan took her curating and historian skills as well as the clientele she'd built over the years and started an art gallery with a colleague of hers. She now co-owns the gallery and curates it and regularly has shows to sell art. Though she's still a Georgia girl at heart she has taken New York by storm.
