Understanding one’s own art

Perhaps the most difficult thing I have found as a wannabe artist is to understand my own message. I often waffle back and forth between the ideas of “do anything” and respecting traditional boundaries.

Lately I’ve found myself in a position where I’m ready to eschew those boundaries for the sake of art. Along with writing my next novel, there is a side project that I’ve began changing my studio to accomodate, look for it on the horizon around February or March, depending on how long it takes to get all the equipment I need and set it up.



Texas abortion law debate

I wrote this in reply to a thread on Facebook regarding the Texas abortion law debate:

“Why are men making the decisions for women?”

I suspect without gender roles and a single dominant culture, we will see society fragment, crumble, and collapse. The west cannot be maintained without shared values. I already see the balkanization of my home city of Vancouver, Canada happening as people only really share the lowest common denominators of liquor, drugs, sex, money, and status.

The abortion and gay marriage debates, to me, signal a desire for shared ideals. When a society collectively throws away all traditions, it creates a situation where people are all each their own little islands. Everyone is atomized.

In a society without shared values, domination becomes standard. Isn’t domination a huge theme of society these days in all walks of life? Sports are less sportsmanlike, if you watched the NHL finals it was pretty brutal. 50 Shades of grey had a girl sign a possession contract. Drugs are heavily promoted as cool, I’ve been a heavy user of liquor and drugs for the last decade just to fit in among my peers! The NSA and TSA airport scanners probably made everyone feel weird when traveling. Pornography is ALL ABOUT domination, I sell it online for a living and the best sellers are always feature the most violent and degrading acts.

Traditions built up walls designed to maintain society, and when you pull those walls down, what will be the consequences? I don’t think we know yet, and I will admit I’m not an expert on history. When Rome fell, the people were all about bread and circuses, the barbarians simply kicked in the gates that rotted from within.

Hey, I could be wrong, maybe complete freedom to live any lifestyle possible without any sort of social standards will end up bringing us all more happiness? I believe I remember before the internet, people seemed friendlier, happier, and generally more content with what they had.

If our modern lives are so much better than the 1950s, why are almost 1 in 4 women these days are on anti-depressants?

Selling porn VS selling books

I’ll let the following images speak for themselves:

First the porn:



Now the book:


Selling porn takes maybe a couple hours per day to make an easy 8k+ a month

It took me 1.5 years and cost me $2500 to write the novel and produce the trailer for the book, which you can watch at http://cityofsingl.es

Sometimes I wonder why the fuck I write books, but then I read things like:


…then I realize I want to get out of the human meat grinder business!

 Now I’m waking up at 5 AM instead



Now I’m waking up at 5 AM instead of going to bed. Had a very odd dream about an erotic encounter in a Canadian Tire.

I just got a 5-star review of my novel posted up on Amazon.ca:

“This book is the ‘Requiem for a Dream’ version of today’s ‘Romantic-Comedy’. The author vividly brings you into the life of a young man named Dylen, who lives in a dark world full of sex, booze and drugs. He is on a conquest to find love, while filling the empty void with vapid, shallow, yet gorgeous, ‘pod girls’. This book spins you through the routine of today’s young singles, while giving you insight into the conscious dilemma people now face when it comes to dating and love in the 21st century. Dylen is a narcissistic, egomaniac but somehow has you rooting for him to find love in the end. I couldn’t put this book down!”


…folllowed by a testamonial from a reader I happened to run into while sauced up in Gastown. Hopefully she posts hers up soon!

Art VS Cash Money

So while working on selling my novel, and writng my next, I sell porn to survive.

I made $3,000 dollars in 3 days the other day off of a simple video of a wide-hipped woman shaking her butt. This work took me all of about a half an hour.

I’ve made $1,000 off of selling my novel that was published in February. It took a year and a half to write.


Pornography makes so much more money than art, but it has absolutely no reward. I use the bodies of whores to tease men into signing up to websites so that I may profit.

Writing rewards the soul, and for all of the life I put into writing and delivering a realistic view on modern day sex, dating, and love, I made a tiny amount of cash as a result. In fact, when you factor in the costs for the trailer and cover, I’m still under water on the book!


I prefer to make art, but damn, ass pays the bills!

Difficult personal growth

Some people say nothing in life is worth anything unless you have to work for it.

I tend to agree.

Yes, having a Ferrari given to me would be sweet. I would grow my hair into a mullet and pull off the exhaust, go cruising around Coal Harbour at night. Wait, nearly 1 in 4 condos sit empty in Coal Harbour, so that wouldn’t allow me to wake up the most amount of people with the song only an italian V8 can sing.

Well, I’m pretty depressed. I met a very cute foreign girl recently, she was feminine in all the ways I like, and her smile was genuine and full of warmth. A bit goofy and cute, but with a very strong streak of tender femalehood, like finding a vein of gold in white marble. I went out with her a couple times, I thought my intentions were clear to her, but she ended up making out with another girl at a party I threw. She then left with her.

I suppose it’s alright though. There is a woman I know out there in the world, someone I’ve known for years, who I know would make a better mate, I’d just have to grow even more as a person to attract her. You can’t drink the wine of a quality woman when you’re holding a red solo cup.

I’d pretty excited about getting my next car. If everything works out as planned, I’ll be writing my next book in the company of Ken Foster at various locales around Vancouver. He’ll be painting while I write, sort of an artistic-coop program.

Jason M Bryan

Jason M Bryan

Ken Foster

Ken Foster