User:Jonlancaster1

Jon Lancaster

Jon (Jonathan) Douglas Lancaster - born 1st of September 1989 - 9th November 2043

== Introduct

Introduction
Jon is a reclusive artist and writer, within the confines of northern england, Jon spent the majority of his childhood with his mother and various stepfathers and carers, living in a working class household, usually capable of moderate fair living, Jon was able to express and articulate his artistic feelings, through the mediums of painting, drawing and writing. From a young age he knew and understood that art was his direction. He spent his early education within several different schools due to relationships complications in regards to his parents, - Janet Barley (Mother), John Wilfred Lancaster (Father), he would not find true and complete sanctuary with education, and his need to express his artistic feelings until later education, Secondary school. Jon attended a very low class school Redcar Community College. Here he was more capable of progressing his love for various artistic findings, with a very arrogant hatred for those who could not understand him. Education left him with a very questionable mind, he focused on his work, but started to question religious aspects, and scientific exploration. Adding his own theories and philosophical output into his essays, proved nothing but negative attention to himself from teachers. Utilizing a satirical comedy style to his conversations and general behavior, also attracted negative attention, from this time both teachers and pupils of the school, most people's reaction to his behavior resulted in verbal abuse, and in stronger cases, and less stronger peoples minds resulted in physical attacks. Jon neither to say continued his satirical, and somewhat sarcastic outlook on life, that would not be warmly entirely appreciated until he met soul mixers, Ryan James Fawcett, and Morgan Amelia Grace Bromage, who heartedly accepted Jon's unique and somewhat odd personality. College however proved to be a more successful form of education, though Jon considered the experience far more interesting ad diverse than form of education. The strong positive attention that Jon achieved through his work was both confusing and interesting to him, though flattered, he could not help but to feel such acts of constant paranoia in his mind, due to the strange contrast of feedback, from his work and more importantly his personality.

Is that yellow mattered Custard I see, dripping from that Dead Dogs eye?
The Dope Years

Through the exciting experience of first owning a television satellite, on one particular night, Jon was about ten, or possibly even eleven, he watched excitedly as VH1 came on, the music channel. He as per usual was painting, he painted on small canvas sheets, A4, with old sort of early 19th century looking acrylic paint sets, which he would use to create his masterpieces later on in life due to the nostalgic feeling and thought of the paint. Whilst painting, he heard from the television set a beat, that sounded both familiar and oh so new and shiny. e entered the room, and there is was, flashes of vibrant colour, delved and sunk comfortably into his once innocent mind, but his innocence had now been removed, this had removed it, the flashing imagery spiraled into his subconscious, his mind filled with passion to create, his eyes opened wide to see more of what he could not believe he was seeing, hundreds of marching red and black hammers, almost Nazi like, in there demonic overpower and scary march. The music bounced of the inner sides of his mind, whilst his brain started to fuse and hold the magic of the imagery. His mother came over and said, "oh that was Pink Floyd, your dad likes them... I like the video, but you know what causes the inspiration for that type of imagery, don't you?... clueless he was he answered back no, "drugs, Jonathan, drugs"....

"That weekend I spent what little money I had left from my birthday, on something I was hesitant to buy, a C.D. Pink Floyd: The Wall, coming home, alone, I placed the C.D. into the player, with headphones, some sort of crackling... then, n the Flesh exploded into my mind, dark, sort of nothingness that existed within my imagination was filled with imagery, the music created a depth to my imagination...and so the dope years begun..."