TZAIMS LUKSUS THE ARTIST

WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE AN ARTIST??  WHAT MAKES AN ARTIST??  WHAT IS ART??

These are not easy questions to answer, however, I feel it is possible that I am an artist yet more then that I believe I am creative.  Not only because I am a man that can create new life physically but can create mentally.  What does this mean?

First of all living as an artist is being an artist.  Being the son of a welder and welding found objects together doesn't make one an artist.  Simply a fabricator or being the son of a house or industrial painter that becomes a painter on canvas isn't an artist, but only a painter.  What most modern art actually is, is craft not art.  Early masters were different because they embodied artistry, lived it, not just exhibiting industrial skills as most today.

From my lifelong experience it seems that one being creative accepts everything as a natural phenomenon.  Everything becomes a resource for creation.  Not physical in its formative nature but in its imaginative state.

In this there is a major problem in as much as this imaginative state, this material form is created.  This new material is actually a form of packaging that holds an idea whereby the idea is not only concealed but allows a variety of truths and untruths.  It is why it is said "in the eye of the beholder." What one sees another doesn't and that is what makes it art.

If drawn by art, the artist is the victim of purpose.  That purpose is to materialse expression through his imagination but for what purpose?  This is not easily understood but after an abundance of created objects, often not understood even by the creator, accumulate into what eventually is a pile of trash.  Some of that trash is preserved and regarded as valuable.  

Some just remains somewhere for decades or centuries and once discovered suddenly explains mankind whereas when created was just considered junk.

Now why this attempt to explain the unexplainable?

Because this happened to me.  For what ever reason behind it I was compelled to create things.  Everything.  But I limited myself to what I knew best and what I could create without any help.  At one point my creative ability required the help of others but they only destroyed my creations or tried to change them to their own ability which differed from mine so I removed them or they removed me and I continued on my own.

After 88 years of my accumulated stuff there was no longer a place to keep it safe and out of the weather so it filled my house to where there no longer was room for me to live.  No one want to buy anything and I had no reason to give anyhing away since when I did they just destroyed it.

Best it remained as an artistic statement that held the mystery of who and what I was.

So I left it all behind to find somewhere else in the world to divide it and save it but time and circumstances prevented me getting back and as a result my house was broken into and things stolen, vandalized, and left for abandonded.  

Once this happened I couldn't return.  What was valuable had been stolen or destroyed but worse is that the people living around my house allowed it to happen.  How could I return to the mess they made or why would I even care now that it was so violently destroyed.  

I realized many decades ago that it was a mistake materializing ideas, my imagination, into material objects since it just clutters the earth so creativity only leads to destruction.  Ideas, the imagination, cannot be destroyed and that is how one proves that God exists since God cannot be revealed and therefore cannot be destroyed.

That is what being an artist is, why since after an artist creates they understand none of it was necessary but essential to understand God.

When I say God I don't mean what a church or religion claims but what essentially is the higher energy and creative ability in a mans mind that carries him through life to discover himself.

There are many levels in the art world today since what is regarded as classical art was replaced by photography so impressionism began then was followed by abstractionism leading to op the pop art and finally to non art but it all depended upon politics and investment as to who among these modernist were celebrated.

THE ART OF TZAIMS LUKSUS

I spent decades at classical art academia where life drawing and anatomy were essential and the style of one's painting technique, which identified an artist by his brushwork or subject matter, was important.

In anotomy and life drawing I found more beauty in the male body  because of its angular and elegant muscular but not grotesque body building form when in perfect physical youthful form, which displayed s power and great variety of expression making it more challenging, expressive and emotional.  Also the perfect male head, and as a sculptor would seek, so on occasion the male sculptor would stare at a beautifully formed male that was perfect as ne found in Greek Sculpture.  

The general public are offended by male reality attaching negativity to male beauty.  A good reason to force them to look, see, as the Greeks and Romans did!

The female body had no unusually beautiful charistics, was too rounded, and often disappointed proportionately, hips glutius too large for upper body or too big at both top and bottom.  Face less featured or having no character, expressionless and seductive rather than expressing strength and power, generally in a less emotional way.  So I concentrated to perfect the drawing and sculpting of the male, including all his parts, and in their natural state.

In abstract work my technique, brush work if you want to call it that, is unique, and easily identifiable as only mine.  The explosive nature of my later abstract work represents the energy of my mind working.  Mental Landscapes or Space Image.

The large painting on the staircase I call MAN IN SPACE.

Moving to Old Bennington I met every famous craftsmen posing as artists world wide that introduced stained canvas, hard edge, and found objects for metal welders.  So being among them and having already become famous for hard edge printing on silk and tie dying I allowed myself to indulge in hard edge painting.  Pulling away from academia. 

Being famous as a fabric designer printer the politics of the art world in New York and London critics, museum directors though partied at my house, never included me, so that is why being famous in fashion didn't provide a place in an art gallery for me and besides art critics and gallery owners were free loaders and preferred showing and selling the work either of unknown artists paying them little to nothing or of dead artists so artists could never receive what their work was actually worth.  A deadly world of art manipulators, collectors and investors!t.

I didn't care and painted to fill my house with wall size paintings as mural painting was still being done in my mind from my early days at my art academy until women took over and dominated size turning the art academy into a corporate health food decorated venue..

I painted what I liked for my house and not for an art gallery or museum.

I perfected the male body with the three mal figures and painted a large version of my most favorite black line drawing of a beautiful Greek youth on a white Kylix painting, and decades later presented one large abstract group, my mind images, for the American Academy at Rome in 1981.  During my fabric days I created fabric designs from my hard edge paintings.  All these originals are in my mansion.

I was famous in fashion for black nd white stripes but uneven so the large one I painted in 1963 became today's Bar Code that is now copied for world wide pricing in world trade.  That became a print in Vogue for a Trigere gown in 1963.  The original hanging in my organs loft.

During the 1960s I painted Hindu and Tibetan Buddhist  mantras abstracting a group of 7 that I called The Doors of the Roof of the World.  Everything I created is stored in my mansion.

Everything in my mansion was made for it and so it all belongs there with my life long and family's collections and scholarly interest from Oxford University, plus collections of rare Asian and African cultures,  so it is stored where it all belongs and since my mansion all started crumbling around me I simply locked it as a Vermont HERITAGE historic property traveling outside the US since I couldn't make a living in the US and the town and village I lived in hated me because I was of an early generation that they found too free, independent and individual, and wanted my brother and I either driven out or dead.  They murdered my brother by continually harassing him trying to destroy me.

I left in 2020 first to Kauai in January, then Honolulu to Guam, to Tokyo in February, and Yangon.  Covid kept me from returning but I found living among the Burmese, predominantly Theravada Buddhist, more my people since most are Mongolian/Tibetsn and my father was Kievan Russ linked through Kazakh/Mongolian/Tibetan/Russian stemming from 860AD, Viking Russ linked through and of the Rurik Dynasty and early Prince of Novgorod, and Grand Dukes of Kiev.

So I am at home with my Bama (Mongol Burmese) tribesmen that make up 70% of Myanmar and the legal government, with the police and military, like men in my father's family, are reliable, intelligent and honorable, as we also are related to Genghis Khan, the Mongolian Empire of Kublai Khan and the Kazakh Golden Horde.

I could do no more in the US or Vermont and still youthful at 93 I am finanlly enjoying my life among people that love me,   Nothing like this in the USA.

I didnt want my work and collections scattered around.  It represents an historic document of a great American family founding Jamestown colony in 1607, and discovery of Cape Cod, Martha's Vineyard and Nantucket in 1603,  following Nobless Oblige and related to the early Royal English/British and European as well as the Russian Impetial families, now near extinction worldwide.  

It's fate is in its own hands so what you see is of my life's work and collections that I had hoped would be preserved, though the fashion industry tried to erase my existance and therby destroying American Fashion, but the internetvsabed me so now you  know I once existed, now also you see how destructive and criminal the people around.you are.  My work, it is being scattered, destroyed and regarded as worthless.

So true to US values.

That tells me more about the US people and how they regard value and not about my work.  

My work stands as an individual body of expression whether you like it or not.