About Jason Street

My love of art started early—really early. I was born in Coldwater, Michigan, and grew up as a small-town kid in Tekonsha, a town of just 703 people. I graduated from Tekonsha High School in a class of 32.

At four or five years old, I was already fascinated by the artwork around me—paintings on the walls, wallpaper, bed sheets, cartoons, and even the television programs my grandmother watched. I loved cartoons, but I was always just as curious about the artwork behind them. I wanted to make things that could make people feel something.
I also loved getting cards in the mail from my grandparents, aunts, and great-grandmother. They were special because someone had chosen something just for me. As that tradition began to fade, I found myself wanting to bring a little of that feeling back.
That became one of the inspirations behind my art. I wanted to create paintings that could become cards—something beautiful, personal, and made with heart and soul. Maybe, in a small way, I could help bring back the joy of sending a real card instead of another quick message on social media.
My work often blends painterly landscapes and florals with a little humor and whimsy—especially my mischievous frogs. I think some of that playful side came from my grandmother, who painted cute seasonal ceramics when I was growing up.

My path to becoming an artist hasn't exactly been conventional. I joined the Screen Actors Guild in 2004 and spent 19 years as an independent licensed cosmetologist. I've always gravitated toward creative work, but I've never been particularly good at staying inside the lines—or following someone else's rules for too long.
In 2026, I finally began getting my artwork into boutique shops. Of course, I immediately called my mom with the news. You can be 42 years old and still feel like a kid excited to show off a good card.

Today, I'm grateful to finally be giving those childhood dreams some room to grow—one painting, one card, and one whimsical frog at a time.

-Jason Street

Found this in my parent’s basement.

I had completely forgotten I drew this for Mother's Day in 1993. And then, without even realizing it, I painted my mom the loon below for Mother's Day, too.

33 years apart, same subject, same love. Funny how some images stay with you even when you forget you made them.