Jason Webster

Jason Webster hovers above Petaluma, like a dark bird on a wire in the early evening. He scans the color and motion below, yet he’s comfortable and calm on his monochromatic perch. You’ve seen him downtown, capturing and preparing art at Picture Perfect. Thirteen lucky years framing our images, Jason, totally embracing responsibility to wife and baby, takes care of business. You trust him to display your art in the appropriate light. After closing time, Jason slides back to black, to hearth and home, where his family awaits and the walls vibrate with news from other worlds and ages. The place he prefers is made by hand and exudes not so much sadness as nostalgia for a time “when people had more dignity.” His space varies dramatically from neighboring living rooms where television prevails, but he doesn’t judge. Jason’s always been this way – bit of a death obsession; black-on-black; other-worldly – but in a happy way. “I’m sort of a death hippie,” he says proudly. Jason rarely ponders moving elsewhere. “I grew up in Petaluma. I’m notorious here, which appeals to me.”