At the age of 16 my animals began to gain their natural anatomy. Around the same time the signature "Jasü" made its first appearances on my artworks. Instead of a regular u I wanted to use ü because it seemed to be smiling.
As the years went by, I learned more and more about the fact that I was good at drawing. Eventually, the whole school knew about it. Drawing still remained the thing that I enjoyed doing the most, but slowly, it now started to bring another factor to my life: Competition. I had always been good at drawing, always the best of my age, and I felt I had to maintain that reputation so I kept drawing, drawing and drawing but as the high school started the enthusiasm of my childhood years was dying out. I still enjoyed making art; I was still good at it and getting better all the time but now, the purpose of my art was steadily moving away from fun. I was never good enough. No matter how much I got compliments I never got myself to believe them. There was always something wrong with my drawings and I often complained about the mistakes in them. All the years in school, I had always been good at most of the subjects. My grades were excellent without me even trying. Though I was skilled, I lacked ambition. For me it was easy to memorize written text and then write it down on exam paper without truly understanding the meaning of it. I had good grades even in the subjects that I was not interested in but I never really cared about my school grades, only being good at drawing mattered to me. Until the end of junior high I mostly drew different animals, especially horses. Then, at the age of 16, I found the world of manga and anime. They inspired me to start drawing comics with human characters. I had been interested in drawing comics since elementary school and for years, it had been my greatest dream to become a professional comic artist but I hadn’t had the patience to actually create comics with a lot of pages until now. Finding artists about my age online, I was inspired to learn to color my drawings properly. So far, it had been very rare for me to color any of my artworks. Once a week I attended an art club where I met a teacher who was the first person ever to give me critique on my drawings. That was something I had never experienced before, not when it came to my drawings, for people had always only complimented them. Highly ambitious and eager to learn, I started practicing the creation of digital art and trying out different tools to improve my technical skills.
Seen above an example of my drawing style in elementary school. On the right, there is an excellent example of what happened when I didn't get to draw what I wanted to and went for revenge instead.
Through the years, art remained my favorite subject in school, but during the art lessons, I never truly had the same passion that I had when I was drawing at home. Even in the art club, with my favorite teacher around, I was merely sketching. Only when I got to be on my own I was truly immersed in what I was doing. I was eager to learn anatomy and for the first time in my life consciously made an effort to study the muscle and bone structure of humans and animals to get them look natural in my drawings. Starting high school I found watercolors. All my life I had disliked using them (thanks to the very bad-quality equipment we had at school) but among the artists I was now following on the internet there were several creating amazing paintings with them. This proved to me that it was actually possible to get a beautiful and detailed result using watercolors. At that time, I decided to learn to paint with them because they were a lot cheaper than copic markers, which I desired but couldn’t afford. After buying my first set of watercolors, I remember trying them a couple of times, quitting frustrated because I couldn’t produce the result I wanted to have. Then one morning I woke up with a feeling of certainty about my success. I started painting and somehow it wasn’t hard anymore. Since that day watercolors have been my favorite medium when it comes to coloring. Seen above is one of my very first watercolor paintings, made at the age of 17. I accidentally smudged ink on the bottom left corner and then made similar spots of ink everywhere in the background, to disguise my little accident. Since elementary school, there were always artists that I admired; I wanted to be like them. My own style was never good enough for me and I repeatedly tried to copy their drawing or coloring styles, just to get frustrated because it didn’t work the way I wanted to. In the end, I’d always get back to my own style which I still was not happy with. At a regular basis, I found a new artist to admire, a new style to try, and a new disappointment to face. Getting closer to the age of 18, I was so unhappy with myself and so ashamed of my art that I started to hide it. I was constantly drawing, more than ever; it was an obsession to me. Now however, I was only publishing my work online. My happy humans and animals turned into erotic gay-drawings. The times that I’d draw something and then happily go show it to my family and friends were gone. I only felt comfortable showing my artworks on the internet, to a specific, like-minded audience, safe behind the disguise of different accounts. I was more skilled than ever but still, I was never truly happy with what I created. At the age of 19 I moved to Rovaniemi to start studies at the University of Lapland to become an art teacher even though I was not a tiniest bit interested in such a career. I only knew I loved making art but being an art teacher didn’t tempt me at all. However, since I didn’t know anything else I could be doing, I simply proceeded with my studies. I was stumbling blindly onwards without a destination. I only wanted to improve in making art, to get better, but there was no ending point to it. At the age of 21, having thousands of people from all around the world following, encouraging and complimenting my work on the internet, I still was unable to feel satisfied. I was making art only to seek acceptance. I kept reaching out to get better without ever getting there. I couldn’t stop drawing even when it was tearing me apart. During the darkest times of my life, it brought me a reason to keep going. Despite all the pain and suffering that had come to surround it, there was still something about making art that brought me an incredible, deep feeling of purpose; something I don’t think I’ll ever find words to describe.
is one of my very first watercolor paintings, made at the age of 17. I accidentally smudged ink on the bottom left corner and then made similar spots of ink everywhere in the background, to disguise my little accident. A watercolor painting made at the age of 20. Though it's clear to see that I was very skilled, I only kept spotting mistakes whatever I created. As my life started to regain its balance, so did my creations.
A watercolor painting made at the age of 20. Though it's clear to see that I was very skilled, I only kept spotting mistakes whatever I created. Today, I have founded my own company, Jasu Wonder World, to make a living as an artist. I permanently quit my university studies at the age of 22 to chase my dream. The idea of my own artist career was inspired by a good friend of mine who has helped me a long way from the depths of depression to self- awareness and self-acceptance. Being the artist of Jasu Wonder World has now been my full-time job for over four years. It has not been an easy journey though; In a regular basis I've had to do and face things I’ve been scared of my whole entire life. However, all these experiences have given me inspiration for several stories, which I want to create and share with the world. If you're interested in my journey through depression in more detail, make sure to check out my comic diary on Wonder BLOG. Right now I’m fulfilling the dreams I remember having as a little kid and I cannot even start to imagine how proud and excited that little Jasu would be to know what she’s going to become when she grows up.
As the years went by, I learned more and more about the fact that I was good at drawing. Eventually, the whole school knew about it. Drawing still remained the thing that I enjoyed doing the most, but slowly, it now started to bring another factor to my life: Competition. I had always been good at drawing, always the best of my age, and I felt I had to maintain that reputation so I kept drawing, drawing and drawing but as the high school started the enthusiasm of my childhood years was dying out. I still enjoyed making art; I was still good at it and getting better all the time but now, the purpose of my art was steadily moving away from fun. I was never good enough. No matter how much I got compliments I never got myself to believe them. There was always something wrong with my drawings and I often complained about the mistakes in them. All the years in school, I had always been good at most of the subjects. My grades were excellent without me even trying. Though I was skilled, I lacked ambition. For me it was easy to memorize written text and then write it down on exam paper without truly understanding the meaning of it. I had good grades even in the subjects that I was not interested in but I never really cared about my school grades, only being good at drawing mattered to me. Until the end of junior high I mostly drew different animals, especially horses. Then, at the age of 16, I found the world of manga and anime. They inspired me to start drawing comics with human characters. I had been interested in drawing comics since elementary school and for years, it had been my greatest dream to become a professional comic artist but I hadn’t had the patience to actually create comics with a lot of pages until now. Finding artists about my age online, I was inspired to learn to color my drawings properly. So far, it had been very rare for me to color any of my artworks. Once a week I attended an art club where I met a teacher who was the first person ever to give me critique on my drawings. That was something I had never experienced before, not when it came to my drawings, for people had always only complimented them. Highly ambitious and eager to learn, I started practicing the creation of digital art and trying out different tools to improve my technical skills.
At the age of 16 my animals began to gain their natural anatomy. Around the same time the signature "Jasü" made its first appearances on my artworks. Instead of a regular u I wanted to use ü because it seemed to be smiling.
Through the years, art remained my favorite subject in school, but during the art lessons, I never truly had the same passion that I had when I was drawing at home. Even in the art club, with my favorite teacher around, I was merely sketching. Only when I got to be on my own I was truly immersed in what I was doing. I was eager to learn anatomy and for the first time in my life consciously made an effort to study the muscle and bone structure of humans and animals to get them look natural in my drawings. Starting high school I found watercolors. All my life I had disliked using them (thanks to the very bad- quality equipment we had at school) but among the artists I was now following on the internet there were several creating amazing paintings with them. This proved to me that it was actually possible to get a beautiful and detailed result using watercolors. At that time, I decided to learn to paint with them because they were a lot cheaper than copic markers, which I desired but couldn’t afford. After buying my first set of watercolors, I remember trying them a couple of times, quitting frustrated because I couldn’t produce the result I wanted to have. Then one morning I woke up with a feeling of certainty about my success. I started painting and somehow it wasn’t hard anymore. Since that day watercolors have been my favorite medium when it comes to coloring.
Seen above is one of my very first watercolor paintings, made at the age of 17. I accidentally smudged ink on the bottom left corner and then made similar spots of ink everywhere in the background, to disguise my little accident. Since elementary school, there were always artists that I admired; I wanted to be like them. My own style was never good enough for me and I repeatedly tried to copy their drawing or coloring styles, just to get frustrated because it didn’t work the way I wanted to. In the end, I’d always get back to my own style which I still was not happy with. At a regular basis, I found a new artist to admire, a new style to try, and a new disappointment to face. Getting closer to the age of 18, I was so unhappy with myself and so ashamed of my art that I started to hide it. I was constantly drawing, more than ever; it was an obsession to me. Now however, I was only publishing my work online. My happy humans and animals turned into erotic gay-drawings. The times that I’d draw something and then happily go show it to my family and friends were gone. I only felt comfortable showing my artworks on the internet, to a specific, like-minded audience, safe behind the disguise of different accounts. I was more skilled than ever but still, I was never truly happy with what I created. At the age of 19 I moved to Rovaniemi to start studies at the University of Lapland to become an art teacher even though I was not a tiniest bit interested in such a career. I only knew I loved making art but being an art teacher didn’t tempt me at all. However, since I didn’t know anything else I could be doing, I simply proceeded with my studies. I was stumbling blindly onwards without a destination. I only wanted to improve in making art, to get better, but there was no ending point to it. At the age of 21, having thousands of people from all around the world following, encouraging and complimenting my work on the internet, I still was unable to feel satisfied. I was making art only to seek acceptance. I kept reaching out to get better without ever getting there. I couldn’t stop drawing even when it was tearing me apart. During the darkest times of my life, it brought me a reason to keep going. Despite all the pain and suffering that had come to surround it, there was still something about making art that brought me an incredible, deep feeling of purpose; something I don’t think I’ll ever find words to describe.
Seen above is one of my very first watercolor paintings, made at the age of 17. I accidentally smudged ink on the bottom left corner and then made similar spots of ink everywhere in the background, to disguise my little accident.
A watercolor painting made at the age of 20. Though it's clear to see that I was very skilled, I only kept spotting mistakes whatever I created. Today, I have founded my own company, Jasu Wonder World, to make a living as an artist. I permanently quit my university studies at the age of 22 to chase my dream. The idea of my own artist career was inspired by a good friend of mine who has helped me a long way from the depths of depression to self-awareness and self- acceptance. Being the artist of Jasu Wonder World has now been my full-time job for over four years. It has not been an easy journey though; In a regular basis I've had to do and face things I’ve been scared of my whole entire life. However, all these experiences have given me inspiration for several stories, which I want to create and share with the world. If you're interested in my journey through depression in more detail, make sure to check out my comic diary on Wonder BLOG. Right now I’m fulfilling the dreams I remember having as a little kid and I cannot even start to imagine how proud and excited that little Jasu would be to know what she’s going to become when she grows up.