J. Randall spent his early years in the Mid-Atlantic and Northeast, growing through elite institutions including the Ivy League. But his real education came beyond those halls and behind those select scenes—through the grief and testing he faced often alone and in silence.

Shaped by experiences of neglect, betrayal, exile, and silencing, his work centers on willful continuance, masculine discipline, and the refusal to lie.

He knows spiritual poverty in a good house, in a good school, amongst “good people”.

He walked away from dead, oozing systems, corrupt personal and social dynamics, and from the hollowness he found in the art world—to speak.

He has studied people, and the world—both up close and at a distance.

His style imbues his poetics with observation, and his aesthetic sense with insight.

His personal myth finds a way through hell with a rawness.

His work is not performance nor content, he’s felt far too beat down to live as such. Rather his work is a remembering.

It is the offering of life.

This path is not casual, ordinary. It is chosen.

He continues forward living in significant solitude, intense discipline, with relentless obedience to intuition.

If you're ready—venture further.

There is always a message to find.