Let me tell you a little story that deals with one year of my life during the ninety-four, ninety-five seasons of the last century; between new Orleans, the gulf coast, all the way down past the orange groves toward Miami and key west. years of being an art outlaw. Someone promoting art, and artists on a local, as well as international level ,of galleries and collectors. Starting during mardi gras, and ending after, “art Basel”. This was an annual pilgrimage, that paid for my travels, and home in Hawaii where I lived the remainder of the year. In new Orleans, I collected “poster art”, dealing with jazz, and events. they could be found at yard sales and from the artist themselves, at a discount; because the artists were needy and hungry, willing to sell twenty hand signed images, for a hundred dollar bill. I would matte and shrink wrap them images, and resell to galleries along the route, for a hundred each. Some Artists like James perlmudder, Kenny Burke, carol hand, Russell, yokum, Taylor, le lane, and rockmore, just to name a few. I also purchased oil-paintings and drawings, lithograph's and prints. I would find cheap rent in biloxi, Mississippi, and visit all the bars, restaurants, hotels, motels, and casino's dealing art out of the vehicle I was traveling with. I usually liked a van, or a suv anything that showed a promise for profit. I liked sports-cars for profit. I always made money on them. I liked British cars, found in barns, in the south; that were in good condition, just dirty and wouldn't start. I got some for a hundred bucks, with the papers, and fixed them up for a resale profit of thousands. Alabama had the best deals near the air force base and ship yards. Sometimes I bought and sold a dozen cars during mardi gras. I bought station wagons and vans for friends headed toward Mexico, and central America. The gringo trail. included the whole Caribbean, and even south America. I knew some captains, of “tramp steamers” cargo ships, located in Miami, on the inland water ways, looking for cars for a grand or two, that were running and in good shape. They sold the same vehicles in south America for ten grand. Driving south with “art” was always a fun adventure with a lot of new friends ,and parties everywhere, because of the style I traveled in. I could perform my own original music, like I had for years, around the planet, as I created art, and sang songs, of environmental concern, consciousness, and compassion, love and esoteric beliefs in life, that were in tune to a harmonic accord. My dress and style, has changed over the years, as well as my “art”. I am so advanced, in the application, I have new lens implants this month that give me perfect vision ,and now I will create a whole new body of work. I have a few hundred images, and I intend on liquidating them this year, on the internet with e-bay. Well in the nineties I painted in enamel on board wherever I found the materials behind hardware stores along the gulf coast. I visited every second hand store and yard sale to score the best deals on frames that I used to stretch canvas, found on job sites , after the painters were gone. I painted seashore scenes with sea gulls and swordfish. Light houses and piers with a broken boat on the shore. I signed, “sabo” as my pen name. I still sign that and my baptism name of Thomas john Taylor. Anyway, if you carry a professional artist portfolio full of lots of images, you can trade them for gas and groceries. It works all the time. Pizza joints are favorite places as well as liquor stores. I not only spread art, but created that experience for citizens to enjoy, that otherwise wouldn't ever even own an image. That year I had sold a thousand images in the medium of ink and paper, and a few oil/canvas images I created along the way. I sold every enamel and board creation. That, set a precedent for those that followed my steps ,along the gulf coast, down toward Miami. and then to key west.