Creating has always been how I make sense of the world. My art explores micro-moments, emotion, and the potential beneath the surface. It’s where I let my inner child speak freely — unpolished, unfiltered, and fully alive.
Currently distributed to the senior living communities of Southeast Michigan, this series brings humor and reminds us of the micro-moments between generations.
With each cartoon in the series is an original poem or short story written by Jon.
Having been a stone mason for over seven years, I've become familiar with and enjoy working with my hands and the earth.
A pleasant escape from a screen and also a grand experiment in human behavior. As a grown man, I get quite a few puzzled looks and comments for the first hour shoveling a large pile of sand. But every fifteen minutes, as the sculpture becomes more recognizable, the awe and delight of thousands walking by to witness my performance art is priceless.
Original Poetry by Jon Bowerman
A gorgeous cover,
A sturdy seam,
A journey like no other,
On pages between.
Viewed as desire,
With no real plan,
A one voice choir,
Belief I can.
Are there any days,
To find the time,
To live out the pages,
Which are mine?
Not today, as days,
Rarely do allow,
Wait anyways,
To wait is obligation’s vow.
Are there any ways,
To pursue unknown?
Is my opportunity,
Already blown?
How can one achieve,
Her own vision?
How can one believe,
In decision?
Does the choice I weighed,
Get closer to,
Or debt simply paid,
That’s overdue?
Are there any ways,
To circle back,
Not merely once again,
Circle this track?
Can I get unstuck?
Should I pursue,
To seek a solvent,
Or accept glue?
Are there any ways,
To see life through,
To begin my phase,
I ask of you?
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The danger of shelves,
We end up finding,
They limit our range,
To words on binding.
Even more perilous, indeed,
An ever changing,
Story of one, herself,
We never get to read.
You’re more than a cover,
More than a book,
More than any opportunity,
You will take or have took.
Shaken to stillness,
Given a costume,
Shout anyways,
You deserve volume.
Battered for faults,
Proved you are tough,
Love anyways,
You’re already enough.
They were ruled by fear,
Said you’re too much.
Be anyways,
Be perfectly such.
Immense to adventure your life,
And off of safety lean,
Go anyways,
Go live your dream.
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