A Little About Jason Paschal

Wherein Jason attempts to keep how he got to where he is now in a nice, concise manner.

 

The key word here is "attempts".

 
Jason seen here wearing a ridiculous coat and agitating sea salts during his visit with artist-scientist Joe Davis at the George Church genetics lab. Jason has no remorse over wearing the coat. One, it was cold, and two, it looks great.

Jason seen here wearing a ridiculous coat and agitating sea salts during his visit with artist-scientist Joe Davis at the George Church genetics lab. Jason has no remorse over wearing the coat. One, it was cold, and two, it looks great.

 

I've always wanted to make.

Much to the frustration of my parents, I was almost steadfastly against doing anything they wanted me to do in lieu of crafting elaborate sand-forts with whatever odd thing I could use for a mold, drawing characters for some imagined video game that I knew that I would one day make. Eventually I took up taping pictures I liked to my bedroom walls in an attempt to create some kind of bizarre narrative.  

Mostly, though, I just wanted to cover up as much as the walls as possible with whatever folderol I managed to get my mitts on. I was a would-be artist by way of the magpie.

Eventually I was convinced that I needed to abandon my creations and doodles so that I could be a responsible adult. For many years I failed miserably at that. I dropped out of high school during my second senior year. My only saving grace being my proficiency with computers in a time when everyone and their mother needed someone to work in IT.

Many years and far too many dissatisfying jobs later, I was given a Father's Day gift of a Wacom tablet (despite my son not being born yet - my wife was getting ahead of the game). I largely spent my time drawing obscene doodles for friends online, until one of said friends introduced me to someone who was looking to hire an illustrator. I honestly didn't think that I was good enough to be hired, but I put my hat in the ring, anyway.

I was brought on the same day my son was born.

Working in a illustration job brought me out of the stupor I had been put in since I had to hang up my creative mantle. While it was later in the game than I had thought it would be when I went back to school, I decided to pursue a fine arts degree at CCRI. Inspired by and learning from some of the greatest people I've come across, professors and students alike, any doubt in my mind that I should be doing anything but making was disintegrated. 

This is what I do, now.