BASIS OF CREATION EXPLANATION FOR LAYMEN & GUESTS............

I want to explain a complete understanding of My Latest Imagery. NONE! Yes, I created some Imagery lately that I let my physical self complete, without any attachment to thinking or planning. In ZEN Fashion all the materials present themselves and I apply them without logic or decisive intention. The canvas is a Commercial kind afforded me by being on Sale. The paint and pigment is recycled from other artists trash bins. My intuition supplied by The drugs and alcohol I consume and company I keep as a muse. Gourmet appetizers and Exotic food available to satisfy my Guests and I. Fine wine in a bottle, not a box. Great cheeses and sausages, kimchee, olives, crackers, and bread with some fruit and a stew cooking slowly for our afternoon lunch. If I don my beret, will I be handsome or will I seem Gay? Put some music to fill the mood on my sound system and start my palette with at least 5 coordinate colors and a load of white. Li-quin on hand to add shine and cut drying time. Bring on the Dancing girls. I will use unusual tools for application to create texture and show direction. An Afro-Pik or a dog brush, a shaving Brush or a long spring, that I snap on the canvas. Wheels that have different thread designs and once I rode over a canvas with a bike tire that left an imprint with 1 color that I let dry, and that process repeated a dozen times with a dozen colors on a White Canvas covered in titanium white with a thick application that is let dry before the other levels and colors are applied. The Future is YOU!!! So, Go Out there and get CRAZY about your expression or lack of it. Be the first kid on your block to follow my advice and become the next Van Go or Don't Go like me who can't keep a car going. Remember you get paid when you die and all your work is worth millions. You never get to spend it, but everyone will claim to know you even if they Hate you Now at this point of Time. ALOHA

"PIDGIN X-PRESS" THE "NEW SCHOOL OF ART"!!!!!

ANOUNCEMENT OF “NEW SCHOOL” !!!!! This is the 21st Century & I Thomas John Taylor aka SABO, Lifetime Artist/Oil-Painter living and creating in my studio located in Hilo, Hawaii have started a New School of Art in the year 2000 at the moment of the New Year. “PIDGIN XPRESS” was born out of the need for an Open Source identity classification in Art Society. It gives credit to previous projects and diploma's after completion of 1 Creative Project. Art began on Cave Walls by Primitive People that used coal, blood, clays, & feces to create imagery that was the first written language which separated “Us” (Mankind) from all other species and made it possible to communicate plans, drawings, ideas, in a time binding manner using constant images to represent what we are talking about. 1 picture says a thousand words. I have completed hundreds of Images in this School and have already Graduated 240 students that all completed at least 1 project and received a Diploma. The Recession arrived and I had to move and try to survive 8 years of no Art Sales or Trades living below the level of poverty as described by the census. I started online communication and never realized the extent of the “Art Society” controls and influence that is in place to discourage Artists from creation based upon their personal background, affiliations, education, race, color, creed, etc. etc. The Greatest Barriers exist to discourage the average person in their introduction into the World of Art & Artists. I think this New School supplies the response I have for You if you want to join and be part of the Rebellion.........Yes, because just like a Mafia, or Crime Syndicate the local Art Society operates along the same guidelines and assassinates artists all the time with their rumor mill and standard of presentation, including dress code violations that are reasons to Ban and Blacklist individuals into an Outcast System passed along to the State, Federal, and International Level. STOP DISCRIMINATING!!!!! ENCOURAGE ART!!!!!

Rant & Rave when 66 Years Of Living.....

Aloha from My Studio, which I am in the process of moving and literally don't have a dime to do it. I am your typical self-depreciating, suicidal, introverted, recluse, that happens to be physically disabled vet, ostracized from humanity and the animal kingdom. Our youth is a bad example for determining what grew from those wild seeds of pleasure, when all those errant sperm are mute & unspeakable, distant and undefined, this entire lifetime. Point to any one of them and we never really looked eye to eye, really met, nor shared this life experience for one comfortable second. Who to Blame? I shouldn't blame my family who deserted me at (9) and introduced me into a dysfunctional solitary life of running and hiding from my self rejection. I shouldn't blame the Army for Sodomizing me on various occasions. I shouldn't blame my Company Commander, and his Cadre for forcing me to ingest hundreds of pills of psychoactive substance's, while in custody, by holding me down and stuffing them down my throat. I should be Grateful to the MP’s that intervened and took me to 97th Gen. Hospital in Frankfort, Germany where the record shows my stomach was pumped, over 60 (LSD) foil wrapped pills, plus a mass of Goo was regurgitated, tested, and determined to be drugs, (ingested accidentally???), by an in line of duty investigation in 1969. I have all these records in my possession. I paid for, that show My case. They charge you 5 cents a page and took 5 years to do it. I am 67 years of Life and traveled extensively through the Planet on a low and non-existent budget. Over 54 Countries stamped on my Passport. (it has since been confiscated by U.S. Gov. for tax debt.) I was Creative & Entertaining........Paintings, Music, Song, & Dance like a Romantic Gypsy. After my discovery by anyone, anywhere, any finding out about me, and my Past Sodomization in the Military; I was again victimized, and treated with real disdain. (because of my admissions to family, and any group or society I was trying to integrate with) They feared I was contagious. So, I am rejected, kicked to the curb, thrown from the bus, and sent to the “Pala” Heap............My #1 Son Hates Me for allowing that to Happen, stating, “You should of Killed Yourself rather than let anyone know”. I filed for Compensation 20, 15, 10, & 5 years ago, and the cases were always thrown out on a technicality, until my final hearing the other day. In a Conference Call with a Judge, (Washington D.C.) determining the outcome of my claim. He said it is going back into an Appellate Review for Final Disposition. His attitude was foul with contempt and questions arose to show it. I felt Dirty & Demented, Foul with The Memories as He is Recommending Psychiatric Care and compulsory thanking me for my service. Running me around, jumping through hoops, and I am Physically in Pain 24/7 from My Disabilty (Northern European Male Genetic Disorder) Fibrosis. The V.A. Is My only support and made it possible for me to see again, by Lens Replacement Surgery 2 years ago. I also receive a stipend of $1,054 a month, food stamps of $78 and live in a H.U.D. Subsidized studio on the waters edge at Reeds Bay Hotel in Hilo, Hawaii. Through it all, We have The Best Country in the World, a place where we can Rant & Rave and still persecuted continuously for the crimes they committed against you. The Real Thoughts & Emotions are forever imprinted on your Soul. I would like to seek litigation for all of us broken and disabled people, that just want to Create, and be allowed to display their works in Society. I have thousands of images, and hundreds of oil/paintings, in storage; and hanging in my studio. I already approached every Gallery and even the Art Society, and left with hopelessness, and despair. A Professor from the University stated, “Your Art Has No Value”! That was on Christmas Eve when He asked me to pick-up 5 Images I was trying to display in a Gallery for the Disabled, run by a Federal Program. I have to create a strategy, so I can at least avoid Homelessness for the 99th time, and remain A Lifetime Artist/Oil-Painter. I Laugh at it all the time, because the Gov't has spent millions, billions, & trillions on War, and hardly a dime for PEACE......NAMASTE......ALOHA

My Garden

All I Ever Wanted.

I want to compare myself to my life's representation. I want more material that I can't afford. If I rely on silence to obtain my objective I will fail, but in my immediate community I am considered a failure anyway. I chose to be an Oil-painter full time. Using History as an example I decided to self-educate, and become the expert from scratch, just by a constant application. This self taught approach leaves me in a solitary position of advice and consultation. If I list the academies and schools of higher learning, there are many I have visited and audited for information and financial aid. Scamming the education system to finance Art. Then I went on to solicit Gov't Agencies for assistance, Welfare, Food Stamps, and H.U.D. I was Homeless, unable to integrate into society without approval. I was just a Crazy Person drooling on canvases with oil, in fits of undetermined origin. The end result was considered documents of proof that “My Art” had no redeeming value and I was banned from exposure due to the politics of the sheeple. They go along with all the decisions that all Local “Art Societies” abide. “Outsider Art”, is a forbidden subject and its representatives are considered Evil, and a threat to Organized Art Societies Members that still owed on their student loans, and barely survived at all upon their meager earnings. They Hate Me in a Natural and Organic Process. The Caste System and An Art Mafia will make a decision soon on my disposal and eradication of all related material. I will never be acknowledged alive, but all of a sudden, “Discovered” after My Demise. Then My Dreams will Be Satisfied, and I will amass a discriminating following, that will sing praises to my accomplishment. He was a Great Artist & Oil-Painter. Thats all He Ever Really Wanted To Do. ALOHA

JAMMING AT REEDSBAY - YouTube

JAMMING AT REEDSBAY - YouTube                  http://youtu.be/5gyNU8XG7KM

THOMAS JOHN TAYLOR

THE REWARD OF CREATION, AND DISPELLING WOE

My Opinion is based upon My Experience, and Not Yours.....We Have Rights as Sovereign Entities, and Mutual Respect a Primary Entitlement. I have tried to understand Me, and My Desire To Understand “Life”. This Computer Age makes Research and Development of Any Idea Possible in Documents, Text, and Images Provided, That Manage To Convey a Real or Imagined Product, Service, or Experience. So Education is a Must, and Bugs, Viruses, Trojans, and Spy Bots, must be dealt with to maintain a data base without virtual destruction of all information without cloud services or online storage. This Allows Individuals To Re-Create Themselves. They Become an Online Entity. Social-Go Groups are Formed Everyday, But Even The Most Successful Ones Lose Their Value (Facebook) and “The Swarm” Seeks and Joins Another Venture, Where Capitalists Invest Millions to Conduct A Venture, That Seeks Billions in Online Activity. Games, Pyramid Schemes, Get Rich Quick, Healing Arts, Miracle Machines, Porn, Unlisted Stocks, The Next Great “Thing”, The Latest Fad and So On, So Forth, Lottery, or Publishers Clearing House and Organized Religion. I Invest in Self-Promotion and Spend Money I Don't Have, On My “ART” Addiction. I Am 100% Disabled American Veteran That Has Spent His Time Creatively, Even Though Legally Blind, Until Last December. Lens Replacement Surgery Worked! Now I Survive On A $1,000 a Month, but I Live in Hawaii. All My Images Are In Storage and Since I Have No Agent, Manager, or Gallery Representative; I am Searching For An Intelligent Financier or Patron. I Want To Pack-up Everything And Display It In NYC. After The Show I Want To Auction Off A Few Hundred Images To Start A Fun Project In Hawaii. A Creative Art and Film Laboratory. Once Built and Completed, Funding Would Become Available For Different Projects Through a Sponsorship Program. ALOHA

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