Since I was a small child, I have been infatuated by art. I love cartoons, comic books, children's books and comic strips. The latter being by my favorite, I have embarked on a journey to become a full -time comic strip/editorial cartoonist. Being a comedian and a very well-read person, I scrutinize everything and I challenge opinions with a blend of wisdom and comic satire. Both of which are intertwined in my cartoons. I have a deep love of music (I am also a DJ) and while growing up in rural GA, I have an appreciation for the outdoors (trees and plants). Organic themes and musical instruments tend to show up in my work a lot.
Since I draw primarily in pen and ink, I have a "thing" for stippling, hatching and cross-hatching. I have OCD, so using repeated lines and dots does nothing to help my condition! I count all the time and when I'm drawing and it is the worst, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I fight through it because I love what I do. My main purpose in creating art is for those that view my work to see the love that I put in my drawings by the heavy attention to detail I display in each piece. Art is my love and the rest of my life is my mistress. Our relationship is deep and never ending.
Unsure of what I will become. The things I planned to do. The person I planned to be. Changed. Somewhere I got lost within myself and found by the scheme of another. A cog in the machine. A replaceable part. Used and worn, then thrown away. Not even given enough respect to be recycled. Time did not wait for me. Opportunity passed by me and looked me in the eye, but I looked away. Fear is my blanket and I sleep in a bed of doubt. The night is cold and unforgiving, but I have laid in the warmth of illusion. Only to be awakened by the blaring harshness of reality. Who am I? The mirror does not lie, but I have to face it. I already know what I will see. I have felt pain until it brings me a sliver of pleasure. Pain at least breaks the monotony and reminds me that I am alive...but dead in spirit. Broken. Shards of my childhood ambition stab at my soul.The memory of what was. The reminder of what is. Dim lights flicker and reveal faint images of my demise. I reach out and fall into my mind. Unsure of what I will become.
We hold each other. Bonded. Balanced. Giving strength to our collective weaknesses. Existing on a higher plane. Another dimension. Our earthly bodies cannot contain the energy our love generates. Vibrating beyond the realm of human understanding. Locks intertwined. Extensions of our mental connection. Fortified. Preserved and pure. Inside of your outside...and everywhere on your in-between.
Raindrops tap on my window like restless fingers on a desk. I sit up in my bed and watch their journey. They leap and plunge to their fate. Playfully dancing on leaves before settling on the grass. Mother Nature's gift to Father Time. Offering a coexistence to cultivate. Elemental yet elementary. Dripping. Flowing. Buoyant substance of sustenance. Nurturing aspiration and washing away failure. Vast. Deep. Immeasurable power hidden under the surface of blue-green serenity. Ubiquitous. We are of it. Genetically embedded with it. Theoretically indebted to it. Evidenced by our shared lunar disposition. Engaging us. Enticing us by leaving clues to our history on the shore. Daring us to explore its dark fathoms to discover more. Violently submerging our idols when it has grown tired of our toxic behavior. Tides turn, crash and bend. Evaporate and ascend. Only to begin anew...as raindrops on my window.
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I want to live inside your soul. Next to your spirit. Nestled in your aroma. A bee in a flower. A step on the path of passion. I walk on air when I am with you. We pierce the sky with lightning when we make love. After our union, I wash your feet with the clouds' precipitation. Every bird is grounded in awe of what we have. Not a care in the world when I hold your hand. Not a worry. I need you in ways you could never imagine...and I like that. I love that...and you love it, too. When you cover your mouth, you say it with your eyes. The windows to the place I want to be forever. I was incomplete before we met, but I didn't know it. You showed me. You taught me. You gave me... everything. Encouragement. Nourishment. Neurological stimulation. Stamina. Yeah, I said it. I am on it when I'm in it. Because tomorrow is not promised, but right now we live in love. In light. In infinity. In equality. Our hearts were aligned by The Creator's design. Your embrace is cosmic. Your skin is supernaturally supple. When I taste you, I am sampling the universe. The milky way in all it's sweetness. Your voice is the sound of Heaven's gates opening. Revealing all of Love's secrets one at a time. The functions of your mind are the thoughts of angels. Divine and sublime. Electric and eclectic. You are yourself. Transparent and complex. You hide nothing and I am in love with everything I see.