About my art;
I had a really rough childhood. Outside of going to school, I grew up in a bedroom and I was abused. I was given a lot of toys to keep me quiet, which seemed funny to me considering very few people could understand what I was saying. One day when I was 8 years old, someone was pushing me down a hall at school and I slammed on the breaks right in front of a classroom that had the door opened. I pointed at these strange machines and was told they were typewriters. I got very excited because John Boy Walton had a typewriter, and I knew it would give me a way to communicate. BUT, you had to be 12 to take the class. I was not waiting for four years to type, I just wasn't. So, I went on strike and wouldn't do anything until I was allowed to learn to type.. On the 3rd week of my strike, the school agreed to let me try because they thought I would give up. They became fascinated with my determination. Every time I saw an episode of "The Walton's", it encouraged me to keep going. In my heart, I too wanted to be a writer. After 6 months of boring typing lessons, I was told to make up something and type it. In my head I noticed that many words sounded good together, so I made up a few lines. When they read it, they freaked because I had written a poem. I had no clue what a poem was, I just made up something like I was told to do. It was then discovered that I was a natural born writer.
On my 2nd year of the typing class, they removed the age requirement because they wanted to see if other kids with Cerebral Palsy could type. Most of us could. So, typewriters were put in each classroom so we could do our school work independently. Then, I don't know why, but the typing instructor brought a book of typewriter art to show us. She said it takes many years to learn how to do. She overheard me say "Ha, that looks easy", and she got mad! She shook with anger as she put paper in my typewriter saying "If it's so easy, type a picture. It was October,` so I made a Jack-o-lantern and called her over. She was laughing as she came over saying "Lets see your art". When she saw it, she gasp. She asked how I did it, and all I could do was look at her because I didn't understand what was so hard about it. A week later, another student in the typing class my age did a picture using the typewriter. The instructor badly wanted to know how we were doing it. We both said, "You just do it".
I did typewriter art until I was 21. I wanted to be a famous artist. I perfected my art because my dream was to be a top selling artist. The items in the typewriter art section, I did when I was at my peek. This is my original art. I can't help but think that one day these will have great value, because not that many people do Typewriter Art.
About my music;
At age 21, my world came crashing down when my electric typewriter needed to be repaired. I couldn't even get a new one bc they were all replaced by electronic typewriters. You can't do art with those because everything goes into memory before it prints. Art requires immediate printing to the page. What you are actually doing is arranging characters in such a way so that the human mind thinks it sees a picture. All of that was gone when I couldn't get a new typewriter. I had to find something new.
When Dectalk came into my life, all of the phonetic sounds used to construct words were accessible. So, by assigning each sound to milliseconds a d pitches, I could fool the human mind into thing it was hearing singing. For me, it was like doing typewriter art in an audio format. That's why I can do it so well. And because I have a body that I can't fully control, I love Dectalk because whatever I can imagine and hear in my head, I can program with no limitations what so ever. I can even program it to sing in any language in the world, using any voice that I create. I enjoy being able to do that.
I have done many albums over the years. People tend to think that because of my disability, I don't understand what is going on around me. I alone own and run "THE FLAME OF HOPE". I record, edit, and produce "THE FLAME OF HOPE SHOW". I mix all the songs and videos. I manage my Facebook, Linkedin, and Tic Tok. I put my own concerts together, put stuff together for public speaking, and I write my own comedy. I do tons of other stuff as well. But just because I have Cerebral Palsy and I'm hard to understand, people think a lot of this stuff is done for me. It's not. The art and music in this store, I did. Mike Boss produced "Words Of Love/", and Lori Dokken produced "Jam". But these days I have my own virtual studio and so now I do everything myself.
So if you have a disabled friend or family member, or if you are disabled yourself, please purchase one of my store items to remind you that expectations can never be set to high. If you have a dream, you just need the right equipment and support to make things happen. Whatever you can't do, simply adapt it so you can. And NEVER GIVE UP!
I remember the day well when my Social Worker Joyce Hinkle came by the house one afternoon so late.
The school had mandated I have a typewriter so I could do my schoolwork and better communicate.
My foster Mom was speechless because she knew I forced my way into a typing class but not that I did so well.
The foster dad who abused me vowed that nothing would leave the house without him reading it so I could never tell.
When I showed Mom the art I could do, she wanted me to do more and more.
But when the foster dad found out, he told me to stop and got very sore.
My room was loaded with toys and every time things were extra bad, I got another toy.
Pat Benatar recorded a song, "Hell Is For Children", and I thought I was that good little boy.
The only difference was, I was never hit, I was touched.
It lasted for 12 years and I hated it so much.
As an adult, I was part of a study and at least 70 percent of the disabled population are abused.
I don't think any of us were surprised because to us it was old news.
Did you know that if someone uses AAC to report abuse, people can't go by what is being seen.
You can watch someone with AAC say they're being abused, but do they know what those words mean?
I can say yes because I've been there, plus I've heard the same thing from others.
You can't go and tell someone when you have a disability.
Because more often than not, their communication method lacks credibility.
People need a mentor who has been where they are.
Someone who can remind them that their time to shine is not that far.
Maybe get them a gift item from my store.
As a child, I didn't know I would grow to be a writer and so much more.
So in the mist of all the abusive Hell, there is something you can do.
Validate that hurting person and say "I believe in you".,