About Artist Jackson

 

 


“Jackson” aka “David Michael Jackson” is an engineer, an artist, a poet and musician. I’m him. Some internet guy. I am an internet publisher of Artvilla.com and Motherbird.com …… My art can be rescued here.

My art started as an escape from my structured life as a Product Engineer for Youdknowthem Corporation. It became much more than that to me. Art’s a long term project without a resume, undertaken too late, but intensely researched.  The engineer’s aim is to push the envelope so that was always the aim here. I am obsessed, taken over by art, poetry and music. To me they are the same. It is the same flow, stream of thought, that creates art, poetry, and music. All three are visual. As a publisher, it’s hard to get more than a paragraph out of the artist, poet, or musician. It’s hard to write more than that here, for example.

Having no resume has only one advantage, freedom. The rules are to be young, and have a look that can be repeated for the next customer. I started to paint at forty and my style is eclectic “ism”…I simply paint to search and discover. I like to look at them. Such a simple statement. They stacked up.

I started Artvilla in 1997. I figured I’d just be the Magazine of Modern Art and discover me. Modern Art Paintings and Images has been up for twenty years, this year. Images were new back then and Google was not around. In the last twenty years, this ol’ engineer has hit keyword after keyword with this art. By now a million or two have scrolled by this unknown dude, or read his poems in the night, or have downloaded his music. It has been an interesting journey. Even today, Artvilla is well known for the art lessons I have put up. We hit, “how to paint a flower” and many keywords. Many people a day, for example end up wanting to know how to paint abstract art . Every day for the last ten years, students of art scroll down and take the links to my abstract art. All of my topics lead to my art. To say I have had no effect is to say the invisible wind doesn’t move the trees. I am invisible, but I’ve swayed a branch or two.

I’m unknown nobody from nowhere and my art is priced low or high or it never mattered. I’m giving it away. My art represents the escape from corporate sameness, the beginning of my late wife’s illness. It represents the pain, the beauty and the search. That’s what it always represents for anyone who reaches.

My art?

It is the skeleton

of the fish

tied to the side

of Hemingway’s

boat.

I am the old man,

the internet,

is the sea