November Artist Spotlight: Dylan Kim and Ayla Lin
The WSA Art Achievement is given in June to one or two rising seniors at Wellesley High School who have demonstrated both merit and commitment to their study and practice of the visuals arts. Recipients are invited to participate in the WSA Annual Wellesley Library Show in November. This award dates back to the early days of the WSA and was reestablished again in 2017. The 2025 recipients are Dylan Kim and Ayla Lin.
Dylan Kim artist statement:
Art History Club took a trip to the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum a few months ago, and I found a piece of stained glass that depicted many themes from Christian theology. My grandparents are very religious people, which is why I depicted them as stained glass. However, the patterns in the painting are varying. In the “glass” sections of their garments, the lines are more rigid and straight, similar to jogakbo Korean patchwork, representing their attempts at assimilating into Christian and American culture when they moved to Kansas in the 70s.”
Ayla Lin artist statement:
“This painting depicts one of my friends. We took this picture at Wellesley College in the middle of winter. Despite the cold, she’s wearing a red strapless dress and open-toed shoes. These choices highlight her determination and perseverance. Her gaze at the viewer shows her intelligence, especially her social intelligence. Elements such as the size of the piece, her jewelry, and her dress all hold emotional significance for her.”

























I work exclusively in oils, and while I work most frequently with brushes, I do enjoy every now and then picking up my palette knife and working in a way that is more free and loose. Like many of you, I continue to search for inspiration in nature and my family and I are also avid travellers. These trips serve to inspire me and to see the world in a new light…unfamiliar landscapes, seascapes, cityscapes and buildings.

Born and raised in RI, a beautiful state (“the Ocean state”), I spent many days on the water with my father, and later my step father, both passionate sailors. The open water and sky, along with every summer spent up island on Martha’s Vineyard, gave me my love for water, sand, dunes and boats. This is the primary reason why my work centers on these elements. My happy place has always been the Vineyard; and the places that ground me and reach my soul are being on a boat in the open ocean; and on the beach with majestic dunes. Most of my paintings are of the Vineyard, since it brings me such a sense of peace and beauty, and connectedness of childhood memories with family and friends, though Ive been known to also paint winding forest paths as well as open fields! 












For me, art is relaxing and stimulating at once. It provides the camaraderie of artist friends. Whether in the studio or via Zoom, art friends are supportive and enjoy discussing and making art together. Each time I view another’s art, visit a museum, attend an art demonstration or put a graphite pencil to paper, I learn something. In addition to enjoying and creating art with friends, a best day might include painting a marsh from an overlook in Hingham, working in my studio or taking a portraiture class. What a hobby!





It’s important to retain a childlike sense of wonder. I find painting to be an extension of self and paradoxically an expression of creative consciousness as a whole. When I am working, I am thoroughly immersed and present. The process quiets the chatty parts of my brain. Even when it is frustrating or a complete failure, I will have learned something.

I have been drawing as far back as I can remember. At the age of two I drew circles with smaller circles around the larger circles. I have vivid memories from nursery school of first using finger paints. I can still remember the magic of how the colors blended together as I moved the paint around with my fingers. My mother was an artist so there were always pens, pencils, and paints available. She even had an easel set up in the living room with an oil painting of my sister and I. I remember the soft gobs of paint on her wooden palette and the smell of oil paint. We had paper taped to the walls of our playroom so as to be able to draw at any time.


