Kelvin Mason 

If I were to imagine the back of some trashy novel I just miraculously got published with a third rate publishing house, I can see the little inch square photo of me trying to look serious and scholarly and yet still quirky and concealing some terribly amusing secret while all the time remaining dignified in my devilish good looks. That was easy to picture for me. The hard part was to imagine what it would say along with it. To do this, I had to force myself to take stock of what I'd done with my life so far. And who, besides Socrates, would care for such a loathsome task? Well, I bit the bullet and here's what I came up with:

Kelvin Mason was born in Vancouver, British Columbia (but is not British or Columbian) to a physicist/electrical engineer father and a full-time career mother. Before he could remember anything, he moved to Kanata, Ontario, Canada. This city is credited as the very first subtopia, a city concieved and built entirely from scratch, with no preexisting settlement or history to hamper its developement. It was a place without a past, a place with nowhere to look but into the future.
The TV was broken almost all the time so he spent most of his childhood lighting things on fire and climbing trees. When not being hauled off to the fire station for a good lecture, he was drawing and making things. If he wasn't making something, he was ripping something apart to see how it worked. Because teachers don't tend to like it when you rip things apart, Kelvin proved to be a terrible student. His grades improved when he found he could draw and he decided to become an artist even before he left elementary school.
After a blurry and embarrassing time in high school, he left the protective confines of the suburbs and moved to Toronto to study at the Ontario College of Art. On a whim, he took a serigraphy class and was introduced to the world of printmaking. He started making books and using letterpress. He worked in an Art Gallery in Toronto before returning to school, this time to the University of Guelph for a BA. He decided he needed to have a computer to write research papers so his father coughed up the $1400 to buy his first Macintosh. Within a month he was working at the computer store on campus where he had bought it. Inside of the year, he was the floor manager. And he still hates computers to this day but owns about 23 of them. After only four semesters in Guelph he had his degree and was ready to move on to stranger and more remote places - grad school. The University of Arizona was just about as far and strange as he could imagine without having to learn another language. While in grad school he took time out to make some cash by working at Digital Frog International, an educational multimedia company in Guelph. He worked there every summer doing graphics, illustration and interface design until 2003.
After he graduated with his MFA in 1998, he took a job teaching at West Virginia Wesleyan College in Buckhannon, West Virginia where he eventually became Chair of the Department of Art. Recently he relocated to Chicago where he now teaches interactive media studies and printmaking at North Central College. He has no cats. This is getting kind of long so let's just pretend he died at this point.