I am Jason Michael Wyman (E / he / they).

I was born upon the Land of 10,000 Lakes on what I am coming to know as Turtle Island, who has settled on Yelamu, which is also called San Francisco. My name means healer, or so I've been told since a young child. I did not believe it until my father, Michael (Mike) James Wyman, and I mended our selves and one another as my dad died of mantle cell non-Hodgkin's lymphoma across a screen and a country over all of 2020.

What I am coming to understand as the significance of my name is that healer does not mean healed or (even) healing. Rather, it is a positionality within the cosmos that allows one's self to change and be changed by all that unfolds. It is to be curious and listen, and then create.

I, too, am white. I, too, am male (presenting). I, too, am queer. I, too, am anti-binary. I, too, am an artist. I am so many things named and unnamed. But who I be is a gatherer of relations and a dreamer of possibilities amidst the chaos of creation and death and rebirth.

My work has shown in homes, in public transit plazas, in secret gardens, in parks and along water's edge, on streets and alleys, and in institutions, whose names do not matter.

I am proud to be a Co-Founder of the Immigrant Artist Network with Rupy C. Tut and a collective of 23 immigrant artists, a Co-Founder of Tree of Change with Crystal Mason, an Arts Consultant with AllThrive Education, and a Creator of Chaos Poetry.