About JR Linton
At a very young age, JR's parents recognized his gift as an artist. Once the paint was shaved off of the family dog, they encouraged him to move to other media. As his talent and desire to create grew, his dad would steal reams and reams of 11 x 17 paper from his office to feed his son's growing habit. His mom would keep him on a steady diet of Kool-Aid and American-cheese-and-mustard sandwiches. This kept his mind sharp and his pencils sharper.
JR studied his craft diligently at school, always striving to be that kid in class whom everyone would turn to when they needed a great mustache drawn on the face of a portrait in a history book, or a completely lifelike penis and balls on a desk (in permanent marker, of course).
He received his first break in the world of professional graphic arts at the age of 16, working for a local comic book creator and publisher. Many a late night, he stayed up doing paste-up, inking and coloring on books that nobody read. When the company tanked suddenly, Linton found his way to the world of digital art and web design. Here, his highly analytical mind (an more Kool-Aid) helped him achieve an excellent understanding of interactive arts and computer programming. Having actually visited every page on the internet, he then began his journey into tattooing. Here, he could delve into his favorite two pastimes: art, and hurting people and getting paid for it. As a tattoo artist, Linton was able to return to his traditional art roots, yet still maintain a connection to the technology he has learned over the past ten years.
This allows him to take his art to a new level: World Domination. Under the guise of a simple artist, JR has slowly been building his army of loyal automatons. They are controlled by special devices hidden in each of his paintings and works of art. Their minds twisted and distorted, they travel in droves and hand over cash by the pile just to catch a glimpse of his latest work. They make t-shirts and bumper stickers that pledge their undying love for him and bring him Dr Pepper by the truckload! Muahahaha
Perhaps we've said too much. Forget that last bit.