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THE STARVING ARTIST

Jake W. Becker

  • Dream it.

    It all begins with an idea. Maybe you want to launch a business. Maybe you want to turn a hobby into something more.

  • Build it.

    It all begins with an idea. Maybe you want to launch a business. Maybe you want to turn a hobby into something more.

  • Grow it.

    It all begins with an idea. Maybe you want to launch a business. Maybe you want to turn a hobby into something more.

  • Sell it.

    It all begins with an idea. Maybe you want to launch a business. Maybe you want to turn a hobby into something more.

The Last Instagram / Jake W. Becker:

View fullsize The Last Text Message / A Mixtape Memoir, isn’t just a book, it’s a record you play when the silence gets too loud. It is being written in the aftermath of my husband’s suicide, in the long shadow of his alcoholism, and in the echo
View fullsize The Last Text Message / A Mixtape Memoir, isn’t just a book, it’s a record you play when the silence gets too loud. It is being written in the aftermath of my husband’s suicide, in the long shadow of his alcoholism, and in the echo
View fullsize The Last Text Message / A Mixtape Memoir, isn’t just a book, it’s a record you play when the silence gets too loud. It is being written in the aftermath of my husband’s suicide, in the long shadow of his alcoholism, and in the echo
View fullsize In 2020, the lights went out. The pandemic closed the stages, and life opened a different door when Aaron and I chose to foster children. I stepped away, thinking it was temporary, but I’ve never fully returned. Still, I think about it —
View fullsize I was raised by the girls — the loveliest, fiercest artists I’ve ever known — crowded around mirrors, sharing brushes and secrets, teaching me how to beat my face until bone structure became myth and glamour became armor. They taugh
View fullsize For twenty years I lived under the lights as The Killer, (or Kysa, however you knew me!), and the stage was my cathedral. Night after night, heels biting into sticky floors, sequins catching sweat and spotlight, I learned what it meant to command a r
View fullsize His life didn’t change all at once—just the moment he stopped lying about what he wanted. Turns out, that was enough. xoxo, Jake. JakeUnfiltrd. #love #simplicity #life #service #sobriety
View fullsize JOY! TIS’ THE SEASON Y’ALL #season #winter #love #christmas #holidayspirit
View fullsize Love came like a fever and left like a ghost, taking with it the version of me that thought shrinking was the same as compromise. Losing it cracked something holy open — a quiet, violent awakening where I finally saw how often I softened my edg
View fullsize Rock Out With Your Claws Out. Collage/Mixed Media ©JakeUnfiltrd - 2025 - ARTIST - JAKE W. BECKER #art #artist #gayartist #queerartist #instaart
View fullsize Killer. Illustration. ©JakeUnfiltrd - 2025 - ARTIST - JAKE W. BECKER #art #artist #gayartist #queerartist #instaart
View fullsize Antidote. Illustration. ©JakeUnfiltrd - 2025 - ARTIST - JAKE W. BECKER #art #artist #gayartist #queerartist #instaart
View fullsize You’re out of line, buried yourself alive and expected to be fine. You can’t rewind when you’re choking on your own dirt, begging for your life Your bridges are burning and all the tables are turning. You started a fire and you&rsq
View fullsize This weekend slammed into my life like a shot of pure adrenaline—killer dates, friends who know how to light up a room, roses in my grip, lemon cake in my teeth, and conversations that had my mind running laps. The music? Loud, sweaty, perfect&
View fullsize 41 Y’ALL!! This has been the best birthday I’ve ever had! I can’t express how grateful I am to my chosen family, my #chicago family, my #sober family, and all of my beautiful friends! I love you all! I can’t thank you enough
View fullsize Tonight I turn 41, a quiet resurrection in black. I carry the ashes of what I’ve lost, but I rise anyway—sharper, steadier, moving forward with or without anyone beside me. The darkness doesn’t swallow me anymore; it points me towar
View fullsize Last night was fantastic! I often forget that I’m in Chicago, and there are so many things to explore and experience! I used to spend my sightseeing time in bars, but now that I’m sober, I’ve rediscovered the beauty of the city beyo
View fullsize PVRIS Tonight is going to be a magical night. It’s not only my 11-month #sobriety anniversary and my 41st birthday, but also, @PVRIS is performing in Chicago tonight, to celebrate the 10th anniversary of her album, White Noise, at the Concord
View fullsize And now—41. A new year, a new beginning burning quietly at my feet. I can feel the weight of everything I’ve survived, and the electricity of everything still waiting for me. I’m rebuilding myself piece by piece: moodier, sharper, t
View fullsize Today I hit 11 months sober, and it feels like standing on a knife’s edge between who I was and who I’m becoming. Sobriety has carved me open in ways I never expected. It’s stripped me, cleaned me, made me face versions of myself I