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MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR HUGO MIXES SPERM WITH PAINT TO COMBAT DAFEN CHINA ARTIST MILL FORGERIES.

In A Global Market Saturated With Counterfeit Paintings, Produced By Master Fabricators, Semen Serves To Authenticate Victor-Hugo Collection DNA Series of Artwork For Savvy Fine Art Collectors.

Dafen, China is home to 5,000 artists who produce dozens of replicas weekly, collectively churning out more than half of the oil paintings produced in the entire world each year. Over 5 million paintings a year are produced legally under Chinese Law where works of art fall out of copyright protection after fifty years.

“A WOMAN ALWAYS SEES WHAT SHE WANTS TO IN A MAN” (48X48) DNA SERIES, MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM, BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II. (5-21-05)

Fine art forgeries can be purchased for forty dollars on every street corner in the village of Dafen, which was founded in the 1990’s by twenty artists, trained at art academies, and a businessman.

“HANDJOB” (36X36) DNA SERIES, MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II. (1-19-05)

For roughly the price of a high-end Kindle, you can get a near perfect replica of Vincent Van Gogh’s, Starry Night or Leonardo DaVinci’s, Mona Lisa in the United States. For that reason, the Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II mixes his body fluids with paint, to safeguard the investment of fine art collectors who wish to ensure the authenticity of his unique works of modern-art-gonzo-journalism.

“BLEEDING WOMAN” (36X36) DNA SERIES, MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM, BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II. (2-2-05)

The DNA Series premiered at the controversial “Ground Zero” exhibit in 2005 during Art Basel Miami Week, to critical acclaim.

RARE, COLLECTOR’S ITEM POSTCARD, PROMOTING THE CONTROVERSIAL “GROUND ZERO” EXHIBIT, WHICH INTRODUCED A GLOBAL AUDIENCE TO VICTOR-HUGO VACA II’S CRITICALLY ACCLAIMED DNA SERIES, AS SEEN ON MAJOR TELEVISION NETWORKS.

The DNA Series was inspired by, “Piss Christ”, a 1987 photograph by the American artist and photographer Andres Serrano and Chris Ofili’s “The Holy Virgin Mary”, a mixed-media painting depicting a black Madonna decorated with elephant manure which sold at auction at Christie’s in London for 2.9 million pounds ($4.6 million).

‘THE DEAD COCK” (30X30) DNA SERIES, MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM, BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, WAS SOLD, AT AUCTION, ON JANUARY 29, 2009 AT “THE HIDEAWAY BEACH CLUB”, IN MARCO ISLAND, FLORIDA, AS PART OF THE PRESTIGIOUS, “WET PAINT LIVE”, AN ANNUAL CHARITY EVENT, CREATED TO BENEFIT EDUCATION SCHOLARSHIPS, ORGANIZED BY THE LEADERSHIP MARCO ALUMNI UNDER THE AUSPICES OF THE MARCO ISLAND AREA CHAMBER OF COMMERCE AND MARY LEE MAPOTHER, ACTOR, TOM CRUISE’S MOTHER. (1-21-05)

When people protested, the City of New York and Mayor Giuliani brought a court case against the Brooklyn Museum, in an attempt to evict and withdraw the annual, $7 million City Hall museum grant, for exhibiting, “The Holy Virgin Mary”, which, then Mayor of New York City, Rudolph Giuliani, described as, “sick”and “disgusting”. The museum director, Arnold L. Lehman, then filed a federal lawsuit against Mayor Rudolph Giuliani for a breach of the First Amendment and the Brooklyn Museum won the court case.

“THE FINALE”(30X30) DNA SERIES, MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II. (2-9-05)

“When I heard artists were using blood, vomit and feces to create works of art, I thought that was disgusting.” Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II said. “I thought semen would be a better body fluid to work with, fortunately, my girlfriends agreed, so they helped me rub a few out and…well, the rest is history.”

“FOR JENNIFER” DNA SERIES, MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II.

The Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II is often referred to as, “The Artist Of Rock And Roll Stars And Celebrities“, because his works of art are in the collection of such notable public and entertainment industry figures as:

Don King – Boxing promoter
Tito Puente Jr. – Musician
Doug Bell – Musician (Lead Singer Bellevue Cadillac, The Cars, J Geils Band)
Skunk Baxter – Musician (The Doobie Brothers, Steely Dan)
Rick Derringer – Musician (The McCoys)
Leroy Romans – Musician (Third World, The Wailers)
Fran Sheehan – Musican (Boston)
Barry Goudreau – Musican (Boston)
Robert “Mousey” Thompson – Musician (James Brown Band)
Danny Beissel – Musician (Fosterchild)
Robin Zander – Musician (Lead Singer Cheap Trick)
Simba – Artist
James Enders – Artist (International Pop Art Guru)
DJ Josh Wetherington – Musician/Producer
DJ Rob Malone – Musician/Producer
Dan Pacini – Musician ( The Baker Act, Dirty Foot, Shoram Fusion)
Guy Le Houx – Business mogul and restaurant magnate
Robert Sadler – Wall Street Stock Trader
Julien Manival – French Nightclub Impresario
Gerry Kelly – South Beach Night Club Impresario
Oliver Geddes – Canadian Nightclub and restaurant magnate
Fred Thompson – Actor (Law & Order), U.S. Rep. Senator, Lawyer on Watergate Committee, Radio Host
H-Love Eggers – Radio Show Host
Jeff Goldblum – Actor (The Fly, Independence Day, Jurassic Park)
Bill Johnson – Founding board member of the House of Blues
Barnaby Ruhe Ph.D. – Artist, Shaman, NYU Professor
Albie Monterrosa – Musician (Lead Singer deSol, Albie and the Neighborhood, MonteRosa Band, Love At The Bodega)
James Guerrero – Musician (deSol)
Shy Figaro – Fashion Designer
Neal Fox – Composer, Filmmaker, Artist, Activist, Musician (Polydor, RCA Victor), Top Ten Dance Club Hit, “In the Jungle”
Robin Fox – Musician, Top Ten Dance Club Hit, “I See Stars”
Naughty Natalia – Radio & TV Personality, Author, Entrepreneur
Kerry Walsh – Internationally Renowned Opera Singer, TV, Theater and Film Actress
Gene Degollada – Business Mogul, Founder Stuttgart International Auto
Belinda Carlisle – Musician (Lead Singer The Go-Go’s)
Jane Wieidlin – Musician (The Go-Go’s), Actress (Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure)
Dave Wakeling – Musican (Lead Singer The English Beat, General Public)
W. Nelson Lewis – Media maven, TV Personality (FOX News Greta Live Wire), Journalist, Television Producer (FOX News Laura Ingraham Show, FOX News Greta Van Susteren, GOLF Channel)
Michael Posner – Movie Maven, Delray Beach Film Festival Founder
Roger A. Bauman – Wolfsonian Museum Advisory Board Member, Entrepreneur, Business Mogul (Baumann Cosmetic Dermatology)
Terri Nunn – Musician (Lead singer Berlin), Actress (TJ Hooker, Thank God It’s Friday)

“I became an artist to survive.” -Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II

MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR HUGO VACA II

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SFSvUZGUNuY

TWITTER BANS ZOMBIE HILLARY CLINTON AND OSAMA BIN LADEN RESURFACES TO SUPPORT CLINTON FOR PRESIDENT WWCHJD? What Would Crackhead Jesus Do?

“Radical Islamic Terrorists are like Unicorns, they simply don’t exist. President Barrack Hussein Obama and Hillary Clinton are 100% correct when they say, “Islam is a religion of peace” and anyone who thinks otherwise is, Islamophobic and xenophobic. Hillary Clinton is correct when she says, “Donald Trump’s supporters are deplorable racists that are beyond redemption”. Actually, all white people are racist. Allahu Akbar! Hillary Clinton 2016.” – Osama Bin Laden

MILLENNIALS DON’T NEED BIAS MAINSTREAM NEWS TO TELL THEM THE CLINTON MACHINE IS MANIPULATING SOCIAL MEDIA LIKE FACEBOOK, INSTAGRAM AND TWITTER, TO CENSOR FREE SPEECH IN AMERICA.

VICTOR HUGO COLLECTION SEEN ON BIG SCREEN IN THE LAST HIT AWARD WINNING ACTION DRAMA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeI4zNuSULM

“The Last Hit” features artwork and a cameo by Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II. The action packed film is available on DVD and on major streaming outlets like HULU and Amazon Prime.

“WOMAN”, SEEN ON BIG SCREEN IN AWARD WINNING ACTION-DRAMA, ”THE LAST HIT”: Film Features Popular DNA Series Painting, By Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II, In Hit Movie Climax.

BIG SUGA JOSH HORTON AND MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR HUGO VACA II RAISE MONEY FOR DOMESTIC VIOLENCE SERVICES WITH MODERN ART MUSIC MOVEMENT HAPPENINGS FROM NEW YORK TO FLORIDA

The Drummer Captures Energy Of Performance At Miami Music Festival Inauguration.

In the summer of 2009, a series of Modern Art Music Movement™ (MAMM) Happenings were held in world famous venues and at music festivals from New York to Florida, including “The Stephen Talkhouse”, “Martha Clara Vineyards”, “Pindar Vineyards”, “Rock The Harvest” music festival, in New York’s wine country, near Southampton, and the “Miami Music Festival”, to raise money and awareness for Domestic Violence Services.

JOSH HORTON OF BIG SUGA ON STAGE WITH MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II AND MILES TO DAYTON AT THE “2009 ROCK THE HARVEST MODERN ART MUSIC MOVEMENT HAPPENING” IN NEW YORK.

Big Suga has shared stages with Sonny Landreth, The Outlaws, Eddie Money and blues legend Kerry Kearney.

MODERN ART MUSIC MOVEMENT PAINTING CREATED AT “ROCK THE HARVEST” MUSIC FESTIVAL BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II TO RAISE AWARENESS ABOUT DOMESTIC VIOLENCE IN AMERICA.

Joshua Young Horton is the song writer, frontman & lead singer and rhythm guitar player for BIG SUGA. His grit, energy and soulful stage presence leads the band and fans into unforgettable performances.

THE STEPHEN TALKHOUSE MODERN ART MUSIC MOVEMENT MAMM JAM HAPPENING MANIFESTED ARTWORK BY VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, CREATED ON CANVAS AND ON DISCARDED BUILDING PLANS, FOR A VETERANS HOSPITAL, THAT WAS NEVER BUILT, BECAUSE OF THE WALL STREET BANK BAILOUT.

Josh Horton with Big Suga and the Modern Art Music Movement™ (MAMM) Founder, Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca Jr., performed together to raise money and awareness for, “The Retreat”, a safe-space center for battered women and children, offering domestic violence services.

MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II ON STAGE AT THE “ROCK THE HARVEST MODERN ART MUSIC MOVEMENT HAPPENING” WITH JOSH HORTON AND BIG SUGA.

Big Suga rocks the house with Josh Horton as the Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo fuses the energy of the band, venue and audience on canvases in color.

MODERN ART MUSIC MOVEMENT PAINTING CREATED AT “ROCK THE HARVEST”, LONG ISLAND’S ONLY INDEPENDENT MUSIC AND WINE FESTIVAL, AT PINDAR VINEYARDS, IN PECONIC, NEW YORK, BY VICTOR-HUGO VACA II.

As a solo artist, Josh Horton, has performed across the United States in bars, biker joints, honky-tonks, coffee houses, small theaters, on the decks of ships and in the streets. His life experience as a merchant seaman, Tugboat Captain, elected public official, Josh Horton took 4 years off from performing to run a town, father, former hard drinker, traveler and so on make him one of the most eclectic songwriters and performers in the New York music scene.

SOME OF THE ART CREATED IN THE SUMMER OF 2009 AT MAMM JAMS IN NEW YORK WITH JOSH HORTON’S BIG SUGA AND THE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II.

“The Drummer” captures the energy culminated at the end of the Modern Art Music Movement™ coast-to-coast performances at music festivals from New York’s Wine Country Summer spectacular, “Rock The Harvest”, to the first-annual, “Miami Music Festival” with Josh Horton and Big Suga.

“THE DRUMMER” (42×52) BY VICTOR-HUGO VACA II WITH BIG SUGA AND JOSH HORTON.

“The Drummer”, was manifested live on stage by Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca Jr. with Josh Horton and Big Suga at the Inaugural Miami Music Festival Modern Art Music Movement™ MAMM Jam Happening on December 12, 2009.

THE KINKS, ROLLING STONES, COLDPLAY AND THE WHO ARE AMONG SOME OF THE LEGENDARY ARTISTS WHO HAVE PERFORMED ON THE SAME STEPHEN TALKHOUSE STAGE, WHERE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II PRODUCED MODERN ART MUSIC MOVEMENT PAINTINGS, AT MAMM JAM HAPPENINGS WITH JOSH HORTON AND BIG SUGA.

Modern Art Music Movement™ creations were manifested with the inspiration of some of the greatest artists in the world, who have left their spiritual energy imprinted on the Stephen Talkhouse stage, where legendary artists have performed, including the following musicians, who are all in the “Rock & Roll Hall Of Fame”: The Kinks, The Rolling Stones, The Who, The Platters, The Coasters, Bo Diddley, The Drifters, Paul Simon, Paul McCartney, The Byrds with Roger McGuinn, John Lee Hooker, Van Morrison, The Animals with Eric Burden, Jefferson Airplane, The Velvet Underground, Buffalo Springfield, Billy Joel, The Allman Brothers Band, The Band with Robbie Robertson, The Mama’s and The Papa’s, The Talking Heads, The Police, Traffic with Dave Mason, Percy Sledge, Grandmaster Flash and The Furious Five, Patti Smith, Jimmy Cliff, Leon Russell, Lynyrd Skynard, The Supremes, Red Hot Chili Peppers and Crosby, Stills & Nash.

MODERN ART MUSIC MOVEMENT WORKS BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II CREATED ON THE HISTORIC, STEPHEN TALKHOUSE STAGE, IN AMAGANSETT, NEW YORK.

Big Suga drummer Jamie Schott co-founded the band with Josh Horton. They are life long friends.

Jamie Schott has performed and recorded with numerous acts in Los Angeles, kicked it with Bob Marley’s Original Wailers and founded the renowned New York Funk band, Golden Fists of Fury.

“THINK LOVE” DIPTYCH CREATED AT THE INAUGURAL MIAMI MUSIC FESTIVAL BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II WITH JOSH HORTON AND BIG SUGA.

Phil Mastrangelo is the bassist for Big Suga. He is an original and current member of the widely known NY Indie Power Pop act, “Knockout Drops”, and has worked as a musician since the age of 14 performing throughout the U.S. and Europe, sharing the stage with some of Rock ‘N Roll’s biggest names.

MODERN ART MUSIC MOVEMENT PAINTING CREATED BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II DURING 2009 MAMM JAM HAPPENINGS IN NEW YORK; MANIFESTED ON BUILDING PLANS, FOR A VETERANS HOSPITAL IN AMERICA, THAT WAS NEVER BUILT, BECAUSE OF THE U.S. ECONOMIC COLLAPSE, THAT BIRTHED THE WALL STREET BANK BAILOUT.

Tom “Shecky” Davis plays lead guitar for BIG SUGA and is still a regular stand in and session man when “The Wailers” are performing and recording in New York.

Russell “Lee” Smith Jr. and Tonnie “Swann” Franklin are the big Gospel of Big Suga; they have performed, toured and recorded with a myriad of Gospel, Pop and Rock acts on the East Coast.

ARTWORK CREATED DURING 2009 MODERN ART MUSIC MOVEMENT MAMM JAM HAPPENINGS FROM NEW YORK TO FLORIDA WITH JOSH HORTON AND BIG SUGA BY VICTOR-HUGO VACA II.

“The fusion of art and music is the Modern Art Music Movement. “- Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II

MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II

HILLARY CLINTON KILLS THE WORD RACIST BY LABELING ALL BLACKS AND HISPANICS WHO PREFER CHANGE OVER OLIGARCHY AND A CORRUPT STATUS QUO AS RACIST BIGOTS

The Undecided Voter Calls Out Clinton’s Attempt To, “Dumb-Down” Minorities And Millennials, With False Definitions Of Racism And Prejudice.

THE WORD RACIST HAS LOST ITS MEANING IN THE NEW WORLD ORDER.

The Undecided Voter knows the meaning of the word, RACIST, which by definition, demands a superior-inferior power relationship: Therefore, Caucasians, like Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump, can be labeled “racist”; however, a Black or Hispanic person may be disdainful of, prejudiced against, or dislike a Caucasian, or all Caucasians for that matter, but a Black or Hispanic person or group, like La Raza or Black Lives Matter, cannot be labeled racist, ever.

TO DISTRACT FROM THE “HILLARY CLINTON PAY-FOR-PLAY-RIGGED- ELECTION-RACIST-DNC- EMAIL-SCANDALS” THE CLINTON MACHINE TRIES TO IGNITE A MODERN CIVIL WAR, BY LABELING SWATHS OF BLACKS AND HISPANICS, “ALT-RIGHT BIGOTS”, DURING THE 2016 TRUMP VS CLINTON WHITE HOUSE RACE.

The Undecided Voter realizes that Hillary Clinton is attempting to diminish the history and meaning of the word, “RACIST”, by politicizing racism and prejudice to mean: Anyone who is against corruption or oligarchy, as in; “If you do not vote for Hillary Clinton you are a racist, alt right, conspiracy theorist.”, which, of course, is simply not true.

THE UNDECIDED VOTER

The Undecided Voter notices Hillary Clinton would have American citizens and constituents believe conspiracy theorists are tantamount to racists.

CONSPIRACY THEORY OR FACT?

The Undecided Voter notices Hillary Clinton would have American citizens and constituents believe that Hispanics and Blacks who believe in change are racist.

ALT-RIGHT-HILLARY CLINTON WOULD HAVE EVERYONE BELIEVE THAT ALL HISPANICS ARE MEXICAN AND THAT ANY HISPANIC THAT SUPPORTS TRUMP IS RACIST OR IGNORANT.

The Undecided Voter notices that Hillary Clinton would have American citizens and constituents believe all Hispanics and Blacks who are pro-democracy and not in favor of plutocracy and oligarchy in the United States of America, are racist bigots or rapists.

ALT-RIGHT-HILLARY CLINTON WOULD HAVE PEOPLE BELIEVE THAT ALL BLACKS ARE LIKE BILL COSBY AND THAT ANY BLACK OR HISPANIC WHO VOTES FOR TRUMP IS RACIST AND IGNORANT.

The Undecided Voter notices Hillary Clinton would have American citizens and constituents believe that Hispanics and Blacks who believe in Democracy without corruption are racist.

ALT-RIGHT –HILLARY CLINTON WOULD HAVE PEOPLE BELIEVE THAT BLACKS AND HISPANICS WHO DON’T VOTE FOR A CORRUPT SYSTEM OF GOVERNMENT ARE RACIST.

The Undecided Voter notices Hillary Clinton would have American citizens and constituents believe that Hispanics and Blacks who believe 9/11 was an inside job are racist.

CONTEMPORARY ART CONSPIRACY THEORY MEME UNDERSTOOD BY EVERYONE, INCLUDING NEEDY LATINO’S AND SUPER PREDATORS.

The Undecided Voter notices that Blacks and Hispanics know very well, that not all Hispanics are Mexican and not all African-Americans are Black.

THIS WHITE MAN IS AFRICAN, FROM SANDTON, JOHANNESBURG, SOUTH AFRICA. HE IS, CONVICTED MURDERER, OSCAR PISTORIUS, A.K.A. THE BLADE RUNNER. IF HE WERE TO BECOME AN AMERICAN CITIZEN, BY DEFINITION; HE WOULD BE LABELED, AN IMMIGRANT AFRICAN-AMERICAN CONVICTED OF MURDER. ACCORDING TO THE NFL, UNDER THE TOXIC LEADERSHIP OF ROGER GOODELL, ANYONE WHO STANDS FOR THE NATIONAL ANTHEM AND THINKS OUT LOUD THAT SOME PROFESSIONAL AFRICAN-AMERICAN ATHLETES ARE VIOLENT, IS A RACIST PERSON.

The Undecided Voter notices that there are some black Brazilians and White Mexicans that are wonderful human beings and some Brown, White, Black and Hispanic people that are rapists and murderers, which, like sexual predators and killers of any color, nationality or religious belief, are dangerous to civil society and the general public as a whole.

THE UNITED SLAVES OF AMERICA SEE PAST THE TRUTH OF RACISM AND BIGOTRY BEING PEDDLED AS POLITICAL CORRECTNESS IN AMERICA.

The Undecided Voter sees Blacks and Hispanics shouting, “No justice, no peace!”, while the United Slaves Of America demand Rule Of Law be fairly applied to all Constituents.

BLACKS, HISPANICS AND WHITES ARE ALL UNITED SLAVES OF AMERICA WHEN RULE OF LAW IS NOT APPLIED FAIRLY, AS IN THE CASE OF BARRACK HUSSEIN OBAMA AND HILLARY RODHAM CLINTON.

The Undecided Voter realizes that, being educated and informed, does not make Hispanics, Blacks or Whites radical, racist, alt-right, conspiracy-theorists.

BLACKS AND HISPANICS CAN TELL WHEN A WHITE MAN LIES TO THEM ON TELEVISION AND CALLS IT NEWS.

“As a United States Naval Academy Midshipman Officer, at the world famous leadership laboratory in Annapolis, Maryland, I learned that what Hillary Clinton has done to the citizens of the United States is tantamount to treason, because her actions have left our nation vulnerable to blackmail by enemies of the state.” – Victor-Hugo Vaca II

UNITED STATES NAVAL ACADEMY MIDSHIPMAN VICTOR-HUGO VACA II

TITO PUENTE JR BELO DONITA WILSON KING WAWA JAHNESTA MECCA AKA GRIMO VIOLETA LESKYTE KATALOG MISTY JEAN SUNLOVE TONTON BICHA ALAYE AKA ZOEROCK HAROLD ST LOUIS SHIRLEY DESGROTTES ROBERT MARTINO THE LANDERS SISTERS AND MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR HUGO VACA II MANIFEST MODERN ART MUSIC MOVEMENT HISTORY AT NBC THEATER

Marathon All-Star MAMM Jam Creates “Muse 4 Haiti” To Benefit Earthquake Victims Through The Figaro Angel Network.

On January 12, 2010 Haiti was struck by an earthquake that measured 7.0 magnitude.”Muse 4 Haiti” (38×53) was created on January 8, 2011 at the NBC Omni Auditorium at the Haiti Memorial Concert.

THE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II JOINED AN ALL-STAR LINE UP OF INTERNATIONAL TALENT TO RAISE MONEY FOR EARTHQUAKE SURVIVORS.

Over 220,000 people were killed and over 300,000 people were injured on January 12, 2010 in Haiti .

MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, ON STAGE, PERFORMING A SIX-HOUR MARATHON, MODERN ART MUSIC MOVEMENT, AT THE ALL-STAR MAMM JAM HAPPENING, WITH AN INTERNATIONAL LINE UP, OF TALENTED MUSICIANS, AT THE NBC OMNI AUDITORIUM, TO BENEFIT HAITI EARTHQUAKE VICTIMS.

The Haiti earthquake left more than 1.5 million homeless survivors.

MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR- HUGO VACA II PERFORMED WITH 14 ARTISTS TO CREATE THE PAINTING TITLED, “MUSE 4 HAITI”.

Five years later, tens of thousands of people in Port-au-Prince still live in tents and other temporary housing.

MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II CHANNELS THE MUSE INTO LIFE ON STAGE.

$13.5 billion in humanitarian aid from donations and pledges was raised from nations and private charity after the catastrophic 2010 Haiti Earthquake.

IN BETWEEN SETS, THE “MUSE 4 HAITI” BEGINS TO TAKE FORM ON STAGE.

The hypocrisy of philanthropy, political correctness and weak journalism fueled by greed, is such that, according to the Washington-based Center for Economic Policy and Research, less than a penny of every dollar goes directly to Haitian organizations. Thus, meaning that billions in relief and recovery aid, haven’t been enough to rescue Haiti from chronic corruption, which has enabled a tangible failure to manifest improvements that, in a better world, would have been brought to fruition, with all the available resources and goodwill.

MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II PLEADS WITH AUDIENCE FOR DONATIONS TO AID IN RECOVERY.

As a consequence of the earthquake, over the past four years, cholera has struck more than 720,000 Haitians and killed almost 9,000 people in Haiti.

“MUSE 4 HAITI” BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II

The Modern Art Music Movement™ (MAMM) is an International Coalition of Artists, Musicians, Filmmakers, and Professionals using art, music, movies and live mixed-media events to raise awareness about social issues not normally investigated on mainstream-media news outlets and to promote new talent and compassionate wealth, through art and education across the multi-universe.

MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II WITH TITO PUENTE JR. BACKSTAGE.

The Modern Art Music Movement™ (MAMM) fuses art and music to inspire creativity, cooperation, compassionate wealth, clear communication, conflict resolution and peace-making-innovation in the New World Order.

KING WAWA, SEAN HILL, TITO PUENTE JR. AND MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II BACKSTAGE AT THE HAITI MEMORIAL CONCERT.

The Modern Art Music Movement™ (MAMM) affords artists the opportunity to capture history, on canvas; manifested in Rorschach interpretations, created as mixed-media-performance-art, that fuses live music with art and movies in performances at multi-media events called MAMM Jams.

MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II WITH MUSES BACKSTAGE AT HAITI MEMORIAL CONCERT.

The following SFL news report, appeared on the CW Network; it features the Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II performing a Modern Art Music Movement™ MAMM Jam Happening with Tito Puente Jr., Belo, Donta Wilson, King Wawa, Jahnesta, Mecca aka Grimo, Violeta Leskyte, Katalog, Misty Jean, Sunlove, Tonton Bicha, Alaye aka Zoerock, Harold St. Louis, Shirley Desgrottes, Robert Martino & The Lander Sisters at the Haiti Memorial Concert in South Florida.

“Live-Love-Flow-Shine.” – Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II

MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II IN THE LABYRINTH OF CREATIVITY.

And now, for something completely different; sort of.

UNDECIDED VOTER EXAMINES CLINTON FOUNDATION AND HYPOCRISY OF PHILANTHROPY How Charity Colludes With Press To Give Victims And Do Gooders False Hope

The New York Post, which some critics consider a rag, recently published an article by Michael Goodwin titled, “American Journalism Is Collapsing Before Our Eyes.”

IT IS NO WONDER THAT PUBLIC TRUST IN NEWS MEDIA IS ALL BUT EXTINGUISHED WHEN JOURNALISM IS FUNDAMENTALLY DISHONEST IN REPORTING EDITORIAL OPINION AS FACT AND TRUTH.

The New York Times has thrown out standards and violated all journalistic integrity in favor of echoing the Whitehouse and Hillary Clinton campaign.

AMERICAN FLAG VICTOR HUGO VACA II

The New York Times echoed the false premise of weapons of mass destruction, spoon-fed by Colin Powell and the Bush Whitehouse, to careless New York Times editors who published articles encouraging war in Iraq, without fact checking.

MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM PAINTING, “THE THREE SOLDIERS” REPORTED THE WAR IN IRAQ AS BOTH AN INVASION AND A FARCE, BEFORE IT WAS CHIC, AT THE 2006 “CONTINUE TO DESCEND” EXHIBIT FEATURING WORK BY JEFF KOONS AND MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, AS NOTED IN THE NY ARTS MAGAZINE ARTICLE BY KATE HICKEY.

History will tell that bad reporting by The New York Times was partially responsible for the United States Invasion of Iraq and the continuing quagmire that exists in the Middle East, which is now bleeding heavily into Europe and on American soil.

“GOD SPOKE BUT INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALISTS WERE ALL LAID OFF, SO NOBODY LEARNED A THING.” MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM STORY BOARD DRAWING BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II.

Instead of using investigative journalism to confirm facts properly before publishing content as a beacon of news and information for public trust, The New York Times, Miami Herald and Fort Myers News Press, to name a few, appear to be practicing copy and paste journalism that makes modern-art-gonzo-journalism seem more like Jon Stewart’s, “The Daily Show”, to cultured Millennials.

IT IS ESTIMATED THAT BETWEEN 6-10% OF REVENUE, ACTUALLY GOES TO CHARITY, IN “THE CLINTON FOUNDATION”, EVEN LESS IN FLY BY NIGHT CHARITIES, THAT EXPLOIT HANDICAPPED CHILDREN, WOMEN AND VETERANS FOR POLITICAL FAVORS AND PERSONAL ENRICHMENT.

“I mean, honestly, the question, I think, now for the Clintons is, ‘What else don’t we know? What don’t we know about your donors? What don’t we know about the conflicts of interest that those donors represent when Mrs. Clinton is serving as Secretary of State?’ We are now finding out that so little of those charitable donations actually go to charitable works.” – Republican presidential candidate Carly Fiorina

2013 ANNUAL REVENUE OF THE CLINTON FOUNDATION WAS $149 MILLION OF WHICH $9 MILLION OR 6% ACTUALLY MADE ITS WAY TO CHARITY IN GRANTS, ALLEGEDLY.

To be fair, according to Katherina Rosqueta, the founding executive director of the Center for High Impact Philanthropy at the University of Pennsylvania, “There is an important distinction between an operating foundation vs. a non-operating foundation; An operating foundation implements programs so money it raises is not designed to be used exclusively for grant-making purposes. When most people hear ‘foundation’, they think exclusively of a grant-making entity. In either case, the key is to understand how well the foundation uses money — whether to implement programs or to grant out to nonprofits.”

THE UNDECIDED VOTER

Katherina Rosqueta, The Undecided Voter notices, is suggesting the Clinton Foundation is an “operating foundation.”

“THE GONIF INSIDE” MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM STORY BOARD DRAWING BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II.

The Clinton Foundation allegedly spent 12 percent of its revenue on travel and conferences and 20 percent of its revenue on salaries.

GONIFS COLLUDE WITH JOURNALISTS TO BAMBOOZLE DO-GOODERS INTO EXPLOITING THE FEEBLE MINDED AND WEAK IN SACRIFICE OF PUBLIC TRUST.

Mainstream media news outlets inability to serve public trust, inspired the following chapters from the copyrighted screenplay of the feature length version of “Crackhead Jesus: The Movie”©, a seven part series, inspired by the modern-art-gonzo-journalism, “Diary Of The World On Canvas”©, screenplay storyboards by Victor-Hugo Vaca II. Though inspired by actual events it is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

“THE HAPPY ART SERIES” BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II EXAMINES THE HYPOCRISY OF PHILANTHROPY AND WEAK U.S. NEWS MEDIA.

“The Rock & Roll Legend of American Vinyl All Star Band Rep. Bill Johnson, His Girlfriend Melissa And Her Son From The Able Academy For Handicapped Children”

PROLOGUE

Mr. Bill was a friend of mine. When he needed shelter, I housed him. When he needed food, I fed him. One day, Mr. Bill called to ask a favor of me.

“The All Stars are getting together again, would you like to be part of the reunion?” He asked.

I recalled the thrill of being on stage, in front of thousands of cheering fans in Fort Myers, Florida, using my gift of synesthesia to interpret wavelengths and frequencies of music in color on canvas, with rock & roll legends, who collectively, sold over half a billion records worldwide.

“Is it going to be like the first time?” I asked.

“ALL STAR MAMM JAM” BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II.

“Yes.” He answered. “Only this time, it will be to benefit handicapped children. My girlfriend’s son has autism. He attends the Able Academy in Naples. I wondered if you wouldn’t mind working with them the day before the show at the school. The band is going to be there and so is FOX News. At the concert, I’ll make sure the stage is set up properly. If you don’t mind, we’ll bring the kids up and let them paint with you during one of the songs. You can stay with the band at the beachfront mansion I rented and I’ll cover your travel expenses. What do you say, can you do it?”

“Sure.” I answered.

“Oh, and after we perform for the children in Naples, we’re scheduled for a gig in Fort Myers, at the opening game of spring training for the World Series champions, the Boston Red Sox.” Mr. Bill paused before continuing. “So, you’ll be there too, right? You can create three Modern Art Music Movement paintings to commemorate the All Star weekend.”

“Yeah, sure, no problem. I’ll be there for all three MAMM Jams”

After hanging up with Mr. Bill, I got a phone call from my best friend Todd in New York, a huge Orthodox Jew that looks like an albino gorilla wearing a yamaka. He’s a wrestling champion, nicknamed, “The Hebrew Hammer”, who plays the harmonica with chutzpa and soul.

“My friend just invited me to a VH1 Fashion Week Party full of notable celebrities, he’s one of the performing artists, so it’s going to be VIP all the way, you want to come? VH1 gave him a suite at the Times Square Marriott, there’s plenty of room, you can be my guest.” Todd said.

“I would love to.” I answered, before realizing that the dates conflicted with the bond I had given to my friend Mr. Bill for sake of the children at the Able Academy. “Why don’t you join me in Fort Myers for an All-Star MAMM Jam with former members of Boston, Steely Dan, The Doobie Brothers, Third World, The Wailers and The James Brown Band, to benefit mentally handicapped children? I’ll tell Mr. Bill I’m bringing you as my guest and you can stay with me at the beachfront mansion he’s renting for the band.”

“You sure it’s going to be alright, remember, I’m Kosher, what about Shabbat?”

“ Dude, they’re rock legends, not anti-semites.”

“Alright, I’ll buy my ticket to fly down to your Labyrinth of Creativity on the beach near Miami. I’ll rent a big car for us to drive across Alligator Alley together, as long as you make sure I can celebrate my Weekly Holy Day.”

“You got it, Todd. I promise.”

So began my covenant with the Able Academy kids and my friends, never realizing that my commitment would lead to a series of events that left me afraid of charity and suffering Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).

CHAPTER ONE: THE SPECIAL ARTIST FROM NYC

The day before meeting the Able Academy kids in Naples, I was scheduled to appear on WRPBI-TV, which broadcasts out of Boca Raton, Florida, to promote the All Star event in Fort Myers. Prior to my interview, on a show titled, “Out Of The Haze with Bryan Hayes”, I was introduced to Snow, a Canadian Reggae Musician, whose song, “Informer”, has been recorded twice in the “Guinness Book Of World Records” as the best selling reggae single in U.S. History, as well as the highest charting reggae single in history, after spending seven consecutive weeks at Number 1 on the Billboard Hot 100 in 1993.

I signed an autograph for Snow’s daughter talked to his manager, invited them all to the event in Fort Myers and next thing I knew, I was being asked intimate questions about my career as a “maverick artist” on a soundstage, in front of a television camera. According to Todd, who watched the show on a monitor backstage, the half-hour interview was “perfect”.

Outside, the weather was beyond nasty, torrential downpours and lightning strikes peppered the day and were forecast deep into the night. My trip across Alligator Alley to Fort Myers would be a dangerous journey. Thunder struck as Todd and I exited the television station, making a mad dash for the rental car, through deep puddles, under umbrellas that failed to keep us dry. Soaked, we began our adventure to the west coast of Florida, in the name of charity.

Halfway over the treacherous road that cuts through the Everglades, I received a text message from Mr. Bill advising me that Skunk Baxter, formerly of the Doobie Brothers and Steely Dan, had arrived at the Fort Myers beachfront mansion with his grandchildren, which meant there was no room for Todd and I.

There are no U-turns or exits on Alligator Alley, it’s one- way in and one-way out so, we had no choice but to stay the course. The weather was grave, as we drove cautiously through the darkness of night with little road visibility, in spite of glaring high beams, that only shined light on our immediate predicament. I could not respond to Mr. Bill’s untimely message in the midst of such severe weather because of our remote location, in the middle of the Everglades, which offered no cell phone reception.

After a grueling five and a half-hour road trip, Todd and I made it to Mr. Bill’s home near the Henry Ford and Thomas Edison estates in Fort Myers. My cell phone battery was dead, so I knocked on the door and asked Mr. Bill’s housekeeper to notify him of our arrival. I smiled at Todd, when I noticed the framed painting of, “Cristomujer”, which I had personally signed and gifted to Mr. Bill when he last stayed at my home as a houseguest, hanging prominently on his living room wall. Todd and I looked at framed photographs of Mr. Bill standing side by side with every single United States President since Richard Nixon and other notables in the music and entertainment world, as his voice carried over the cell phone speaker of his house-keeper.

“Don’t send them over to the beach house.” Mr. Bill said, unaware that he was on speakerphone.

“Shall I set them up here?” The housekeeper asked, with an embarrassed look on his face.

“No! Let them sleep in the fixer-upper.”

“But, there’s no beds or furniture, there’s no hot water or locks on the doors. Are you sure? There’s plenty of room here.”

“I don’t want them staying at the house, do what I tell you.” Mr. Bill said firmly before ending the call abruptly.

“I thought you said this guy was your friend?” Todd asked.

“He is.” I said, with a confused look on my face, as I dripped onto Mr. Bill’s wooden floor in front of his housekeeper, who looked back at me with pity.

“There’s a mattress in the garage. The garage is full of junk. If you guys help me, we can take the mattress out, put it in my truck, and you both can sleep on it over at the fixer-upper.”

An hour later, after wiping cobwebs and spiders off a stained mattress in the middle of a thunderstorm, we arrived at what appeared to be a crack house near the Edison Estate in Fort Myers. There were no blinds, shades or window treatments for privacy. Puddles riddled rooms in fluid Rorschach shapes from leaks in the ceiling. A blood red stain covered the kitchen floor in the manner of a human body drawn by Keith Haring, which made the place appear like a crime scene.

“You’ll have to climb through the window.” Mr. Bill’s housekeeper announced before exiting through the dank garage.

“I thought I heard you say there was no locks on the doors.” Todd interjected.

“Well, I don’t have keys for the padlocks used to secure the front and back exits, so, you’ll have to climb through the window if you really got to get out, otherwise, just come and go through the garage.” Mr. Bill’s housekeeper said in visible breaths that sliced through the pungent smell of mildew permeating the carport. “Doors broke, so it’s always open.”

“Are you serious?” Todd asked, looking at me sternly.

“Oh, and the toilets don’t work.” Mr. Bill’s housekeeper paused before adding, “And, I wouldn’t drink the water either, it’s brown.”

Todd and I were out of there, back into the storm, without a place to rest, hours before I was supposed to perform for handicapped children in Naples and thousands of classic rock and Boston Red Sox fans in Fort Myers.

After Midnight, we showed up at the beachfront mansion, where we were initially supposed to stay. I called Mr. Bill, to let him know we were outside but he didn’t answer the phone. Minutes later, he responded with a text message that read, “You can’t stay here. Don’t ring the bell, you’ll wake the band”.

Todd and I stared in disbelief, through buckets of rain being scattered by windshield wipers, at a huge RV that could easily sleep a dozen people, parked outside the beachfront mansion, while I contacted my manager to explain the situation.

“Can you find us a hotel?” I pleaded.

Half an hour later, my manager called back to say that all hotels in the Fort Myers area were booked. She said she would try to find us a hotel within a hundred mile radius and call back once she had secured a room for us.

In that time, Todd received a call from his friend, who had just finished performing at the VH1 fashion show in New York City, he was on speakerphone, so I could hear every detail of how awesome the event was and how amazing the star-studded after-party was going. I slumped into the seat as Todd stared down at me. I felt like such a shmuck.

“Why don’t you guys fly over on the red eye? There are hot models everywhere! I’ve got a suite at the Marriott Times Square for the weekend, the party’s just begun!”

Finally, around 2 a.m., my manager called with reservations for a hotel in Naples, not far from the Able Academy, where I was supposed to arrive at 8 a.m. to rehearse for my 9 o’clock performance with the All Stars in front of FOX News cameras and a roomful of handicapped children. The hotel was about two hours away, according to the GPS. It would cost me $287.00 to rest my head for a few hours, or I could hop on a flight with Todd and be in Manhattan, cavorting with A-list celebrities and models all weekend.

“It’s up to you.” Todd said. “I can drive us to the airport or to the hotel. Mr. Bill doesn’t sound like a very good friend and I don’t think he’s going to honor his word. Let’s cut our losses and get out of here.”

“Yeah, but I promised these kids. My manager says they’ve been studying my work for weeks and are looking forward to meeting me.” I answered, not sure why I cared, since, I don’t have children of my own and I much prefer partying with women than I do playing with kids. My instinct told me to get on a plane to New York and live like a party animal for the weekend but my heart told me to do the right thing and stay for the youngsters at the Able Academy.

Darkness shifted from crimson to amethyst before turning azure in the heaven above, shining a bright light in my eyes through the window shades, as the alarm went off, two hours after falling asleep. Todd stayed in bed; there was no waking him up. My brain was mush from lack of rest and my body ached from being trapped in a car for over ten hours. When I arrived at the Able Academy, the director of the school told me that Mr. Bill had just called to inform her that the All Star Band was not coming and since the band had cancelled, FOX News decided to abort the affair as well.

I had never worked with handicapped children before in my life. Without a clue, I told the director of the school to follow my lead and we would make something special happen for the rising generation. I determined the disabled kids would get a MAMM Jam, with or without Mr. Bill and his All Star Band.

“The show must go on”, I thought, through all the confusion. So, I grabbed some canvas, paints and brushes, out of the trunk of my car; found a radio and some strobe lights and hustled into the Able Academy as a text message from my manager came in, reminding me not to be late for the “Boston Strong MAMM Jam” , honoring victims of the Boston bombing at the Boston Red Sox Spring Training opener in Fort Myers at noon.

I told the school director that I only had two hours before having to rush over to the stadium. She said it wasn’t enough time to spend with all the kids and that they would be disappointed because they had spent weeks examining my work in anticipation of my arrival.

I suggested doubling the number of youngsters I would work with at a time and she said that would be impossible because mentally handicapped children could be uncomfortable and unpredictable in large groups. She warned me that even with the most experienced of teachers and professional counselors, they could get violent or unruly. I told her we didn’t have a choice and so my spontaneous adventure in art therapy with the special kids at the Able Academy began.

CHAPTER TWO – BOSTON STRONG

“All interesting artists are autodidacts.” – Massimiliano Gioni

In some Italian provinces, the word ‘artist’ is a synonym for dunce. An artist must walk a tightrope between being perceived as an illustrious nobody or a famous intellectual by critics disguised as cultural sycophants in an arena filled with smoke and mirrors. Being a creator is not a career for fragile egos, so to be a virtuoso, one must have thick skin.

I have been called all sorts of things by critics, not all of them complimentary, but I survive and my work will live on, long after my corporal being exits this plane of existence, in the expanding multi-universe.

In 2005, after performing a MAMM Jam with Rhythmm Epkins, drummer for “The English Beat”, and founder of the R&B funk group, “Mind, Body & Soul”, to raise money for the mentally handicapped, at a sold-out show in Bakersfield, California, where the first five rows were reserved for the mentally challenged, who were the most appreciative audience I have ever had the pleasure of performing in front of, I became known, by some critics, as, “Victor-Hugo: The Artist of Retards”.

When I performed MAMM Jams during 2009 Art Basel Week in Miami, Florida to sold-out, standing room only crowds attending the infamous, “Crackhead Jesus: The Second Coming Art Exhibition”, at the “Buck 15 Gallery Lounge” on Lincoln Road, a large group of women from Weight Watchers joined me onstage while I painted the unique moment on canvas, at which point, I became known, by some critics, as, “Victor-Hugo: The Artist of Fat Chicks and Retards”.

Some call me, “The Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo” others call me, “The Maverick Meatball”. Whatever the case, I’m happy. However, as I am an artist/activist birthed from a business background, I’ve come to notice that artists are often treated like “The-Retards-of-the-Business-World” instead of sober-entrepreneurs, by some ignorant top brass. Though, thankfully, not all influence makers exploit an artists’ passion, those who choose to dim the light instead of fueling the soul, manifest dark energy that fills the multi-universe, all this, in spite of knowing that entertainment is, in fact, like any other business, an industry that must flow perpetually, in balance of soul currency, to exist infinitely.

Art is not cheap to create. It takes effort, ingenuity and time and since time is money, if I had a Bitcoin, for every time someone, like Mr. Bill, told me, “Why don’t you perform for free, it’ll be good exposure?” or, “How about giving me one of your paintings, for free, to hang in my mansion, so all my filthy-rich friends can see your work, while smoking weed?” I’d be a tycoon of Rothschild proportions.

Do these unenlightened moguls ask Doctors to perform surgery for free or ask lawyers to satisfy their legal issues, free of charge, because it’s good practice?

I don’t think so. An artist must always risk failure, for failure is part of the process but that doesn’t mean creators should accept the status quo of double-dealing in business matters or any other affairs. An artist has class mobility, for that reason, particularly in a disturbed society, a virtuoso must ask the right questions, open consciousness, raise awareness and elevate minds.

An artist should serve mankind, for that reason, humanity should not become complacent with the profiteering of an artist because a true artist can be childlike forever and the exploitation of children is detrimental to any culture pursuing Enlightenment. Some muddled people feel the world doesn’t need artists because art doesn’t meet our basic needs to survive but that’s bogus; art fuels the soul currency of human capital that trumps any banknote or material treasure.

These thoughts raced through my aching head, as I prepared to meet my audience of special children at The Able Academy in Naples, Florida, hours before my gig with the All Stars at the Boston Red Sox Spring Training Opener in Fort Myers, Florida, to honor victims of the Boston Marathon bombing. As if taunting my choice of career, the outstretched, blank canvas, measuring 36 x 71, clipped to the front of a long table turned on it’s side, resting atop another elongated table, stared back at me, screaming, “Fail! Fail! Fail!”

I’ve heard people say that animals can sense fear and weakness. I don’t know what experts say about children with autism but I can tell you this, the moment the Able Academy director opened the door, to let kids into the room where I stood vulnerable, feeling helpless and alone in a cruel world, a beautiful boy ran to me, clasped my knees lovingly and looked up at me like a cherub in a chapel. I felt such overwhelming affection from the pint-sized angel holding a tight grip on me that, in an instant, all the negativity and cynicism inside of me washed away like the Great Flood. I fought back tears in that abstract moment that seemed to last a lifetime because I did not want to break down in front of the celestial beings surrounding me.

One by one, frail angels entered the room, coalescing in the ecstasy of colors, dancing freely with paint and brushes in their tiny hands as they guided me through the purity of love being expressed on canvas without shame, guilt or remorse. I noticed one child slumped in the corner with his face in his hands. He beckoned me with magnificent eyes that stared at me through the cracks in his fingers.

“”Would you like to paint with us?” I asked, as I knelt down before him.

“Art has power.” He said, letting his guard down.

“Yes, it does.” I said as I placed a brush in his hand. “Show me what you can do.”

“Believe in your greatness and it will be the death of your creativity.” He said, taking my hand in his and leading me to the canvas where we melted into the void of color alongside the other offspring.

The joy was so intense, time flew by the way magic moments do and before I knew it the unique experience was over. I said goodbye to the kids, packed my equipment, called Todd, who was patiently waiting outside the hotel after having checked out and assured him I was on my way to get him for the hour-long journey to Fort Myers.

He reminded me that we were running late.

Before leaving, the stunned school director asked me how I had managed to get the catatonic child to speak. She said it was a miracle because the juvenile never spoke to anyone. I told her I communicated with respect and dignity. The innocent confided in me that the adults didn’t understand them and didn’t pay attention, which frankly, was no surprise to me, since out of the mouth of babes comes truth and most adults can’t handle the truth, which is why some adolescents choose to stay silent.

Traffic was at a crawl, leading up to the stadium in Fort Myers. It seemed all of creation had come to cheer for the World Series Champions at the Spring Training Opener. My manager had coordinated for the Boston Red Sox to sign the painting created with the Able Academy children, for the artwork to be auctioned off in their benefit but when I got to the stadium, Mr. Bill chastised me for my manager doing so, claiming she had overstepped her bounds, “It’s my show, damn it!” He stated indefatigably before adding, “Hurry up, you’re late! The band goes on stage in 10 minutes.”

“This is your friend?” Todd said, looking at Mr. Bill with disgust and me with sympathy, as Mr. Bill’s girlfriend Melissa approached me with open arms and a huge smile.

“Oh my God! I heard you got my son to speak, I wish I could have been there.” She said holding back tears.

“Why weren’t you?” I thought to myself, sinking into her warm embrace while Mr. Bill stared back at me with contempt that I could not explain.

One by one, the All Stars embraced me before going on stage. I was reunited with members of Bon Jovi, Boston, The Doobie Brothers, Steely Dan, The Wailers, Third World, The James Brown Band and Foster Child, none of which were aware of the harrowing experience that had preceded our moment in time before the Boston Red Sox fans in Fort Myers. Like the victims of the Boston bombing, I was determined to carry on, undaunted by adversity, and so I did, creating “Boston Strong” alongside music industry titans, in front of a live audience on February 28, 2014.

The painting, “Boston Strong”, is signed by Bon Jovi’s bass player, Hugh McDonald ; Fran Sheehan, the former bassist and original member of the band Boston; Barry Goudreau, guitarist and original member of the band Boston; Leroy Romans, former keyboard player for Third World and The Wailers; Robert “Mousey” Thompson, drummer for the late James Brown; Danny Beissel of the band Foster Child; B.A.M. (Bad Ass Musician) and Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo.

Chapter 3- Hypocrisy Of Philanthropy

Philanthropy is great but some charities are a sham whose only purpose is to make money for the producer of the fundraiser. Most charities are legitimate but others exploit children, veterans or the handicapped by using paid fundraisers whose fees eat up most of a donation through loopholes, so very little money is actually shared with those most in need.

In 2013, total giving to charitable organizations was $335.17 billion. Hundreds of charities claim to help the disadvantaged but how much of the money raised actually goes to the cause being donated to and how much cash goes to the fundraiser?

The answer, unfortunately, is almost nothing goes to the motive. Even if regulators try to shut down unscrupulous fundraisers for fooling donors, most operate without fear of reckoning because mainstream media, that survives on the public trust of its audience, has accepted exploitation of the underprivileged as status quo and therefore under reports the fact that very little money makes it to those who need it most when it comes to fundraising.

Case in point, the story of Charles Runnells, who covers arts and entertainment for The News Press in Fort Myers, Florida. When asked to research allegations of fraud by an alleged scammer in his community, focusing on specific causes like handicapped children and disabled veterans to play on the generosity of his readership, Mr. Runnells dismissed the accusation, as not worthy of his time for a thorough, in-depth investigation.

If you are thinking about giving to a charity, beware of fundraisers who: refuse to provide detailed information about identity, mission, costs and how donations will be used; won’t provide proof that a contribution is tax deductible; use high-pressure tactics in shaming you to donate; refuse to provide proof of percentage of donation actually going to the charity; refuse to provide forensic accounting of how much money will be going to the fundraiser, after expenses; are not registered with the state as a charity or fundraiser.

If you think you’ve been the victim of a charity scam, file a complaint with the Federal Trade Commission or contact your State Attorney. There is no glory in being a stooge. Stand strong in the face of adversity. Your action can help detect patterns of unscrupulousness that may lead to investigations and prosecutions.

I wrote some of what you just read on canvas, in front of Red Sox fans, during my performance at the Boston Strong Modern Art Music Movement (MAMM) Jam in Fort Myers, FL. When I’m on stage, I enter a trance, filling the void with colorful letters that swirl into words that dance in syncopation to the wavelengths and frequencies of sounds that surround me, manifesting sentences that educate audiences in a cacophony of coloring that provides a foundation, for the work of art created to serve as a historical document of the event, for future generations to consider, and digest, in light of the fact that, if you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything, because truth is imprinted on the canvas of life.

CONTEMPORARY ART MEME

Chapter 4- NEWS PRESS, MR. BILL AND THE BILL COSBY EFFECT

If what’s alleged about Bill Cosby is less sweet than a pudding pop, watchdog journalists, like Mark Whitaker, won’t investigate thoroughly; so too when it comes to Mr. Bill in the news press. In 1914, Walter Williams wrote “The Journalist’s Creed”. Essentially, it reads:

I believe in the profession of journalism.

I believe that the public journal is a public trust, that all connected with it are, to the full measure of responsibility, trustees for the public, that all acceptance of lesser service than the public service is a betrayal of trust.

I believe that clear thinking, clear statement, accuracy and fairness are fundamental to good journalism.

I believe that a journalist should write only what he holds in his heart to be true.

I believe that suppression of the news, for any consideration other than the welfare of society, is indefensible.

I believe that no one should write as a journalist what he would not say as a gentleman, that bribery by one’s own pocket book is as much to be avoided as bribery by the pocketbook of another, that individual responsibility may not be escaped by pleading another’s instructions or another’s dividends.

I believe that advertising, news and editorial columns should alike serve the best interests of readers; that a single standard of helpful truth and cleanness should prevail for all; that supreme test of good journalism is the measure of its public service.

I believe that the journalism which succeeds the best and best deserves success fears God and honors man; is stoutly independent; unmoved by pride of opinion or greed of power; constructive, tolerant but never careless, self-controlled, patient, always respectful of it’s readers but always unafraid, is quickly indignant at injustice; is unswayed by the appeal of the privilege or the clamor of the mob; seeks to give every man a chance, and as far as law, an honest wage and recognition of human brotherhood can make it so, an equal chance is profoundly patriotic while sincerely promoting international good will and cementing world-comradeship, is a journalism of humanity, of and for today’s world.

Well, that was then and this is now. In the internet age of NBC News Director, Brian Williams, being everywhere but in reality, journalist’s hide behind clips of kittens, puppies and laughing babies trending online, while wiping their asses with the Journalist’s Creed, which is why, I fused Hunter S. Thompson’s gonzo journalism with Salvador Dali’s style of impregnating subliminal messages into psychedelically-poetic-cryptic works of art, to create modern art gonzo journalism for The Lied To Generation through the Modern Art Music Movement (MAMM).

The twenty-four hour news cycle is brimming with cross-legged beauties wearing little more than big smiles while flashing their stately pair of gams for the camera’s voyeuristic gaze as teleprompters feed them the horrific news of the day, before thanking rainbow colored pundits tripping over themselves to avoid saying, “You’re welcome”, in response to the inviting news anchors gratitude for joining the staged broadcast. Instead, we as audience witness talking heads state, with great inflection intimating courteous one-upmanship, “No! Thank you, for having me, on your program.”

One can only imagine the number of viewers who masturbate while watching the news, in a world where titillation has replaced fact and, on that note, with a long, hard stroke of my thick, wet brush I finished painting “Boston Strong” in front of an open-mouthed audience in Fort Myers, Florida, that was begging for more. Alas, there was no encore from the All-Star Band, at the Boston Red Sox Spring Training Home-Opener. The eager crowd got what they deserved and from the satisfied look on their faces, they loved every moment of the MAMM Jam experience.

“What the hell was that?” Mr. Bill asked, when I got off stage.

“Modern art gonzo journalism.” I answered, nonplussed. “I paint the news.”

“Thank God it wasn’t one of your DNA Series.” Mr. Bill shook his head in disgust and walked away muttering. “Sperm painting.”

“Hey Bill, where am I staying tonight? I don’t have a place to rest and last night cost me three hundred bucks out of pocket. What’s up?” I asked the back of Mr. Bill’s head.

“We’ll talk about it later.” Mr. Bill answered, without turning around. “I’m busy.”

At that moment, I remembered a rumor about a friend of mine who plays with The Cars, J Geils Band and The Bellevue Cadillac. Allegedly, Mr. Bill had asked the beloved musician to join the All Star Band for a gig on Wall Street to raise money for wounded veterans but when it came time to reimburse the artist for travel expenses and accommodations, as promised, Mr. Bill failed to honor his word and left the well-respected performer in the red.

It’s a small world and news travels fast about a person’s reputation but all I knew about Mr. Bill at that point was, that like Bill Cosby, both men were highly regarded, well-liked and doted on by those who did not wish to disturb the Natural Order of Things in the entertainment world, so bad press was hard to come by for either man and uttering anything negative about Mr. Bill or Bill Cosby, was simply taboo in the entertainment industry.

I chose to reserve judgment as I stared at Mr. Bill ignoring my concerns in favor of being fawned by fans, backstage, in front of his girlfriend, Melissa. The truth is hard to swallow, so I buried my instinct and threw myself into the only thing that made sense to me at that point; the steady process of cleaning brushes, packing paint cans and breaking down my easel after an exhausting MAMM Jam performance.

THE UNDECIDED VOTER ASKS: IS NEWS MEDIA COLLUDING WITH “THE CLINTON FOUNDATION” AND OTHERS TO EXPLOIT HANDICAPPED CHILDREN, WOMEN AND VETERANS, IN GROSS VIOLATION OF PUBLIC TRUST?

CHAPTER 5 – SHABBAT IN THE GHETTO

“The Retarded Artist From NYC Gets Call From Mr. Bill Asking Favor To Perform For Abel Academy Kids” by Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II

“I just ran into Taylor Swift Shabbat and Clive Davis, I thought you were catching the red eye. Where the hell are you guys?”

“We’re at the Boston Red Sox game.” Todd answered his animated friend, who was calling from a New York City Fashion Week event.

“Well get your ass over here, Beyonce and Jay-Z invited me to their crib for a V.I.P. after party tonight and they said I can bring some friends.”

“I can’t make it, the Jewish Sabbath is in a few hours and we still don’t have a place to stay. Maybe tomorrow, after Shabbat.”

“What? I thought you said your friend set you up at a beach house with a bunch of rock stars.”

“He did but his friend bailed out on us and now we’re wandering about like vagabonds.”

The crack of a wooden bat smashing a baseball over the fence for a home-run sent the sold-out crowd into a frenzy drowning out the humiliating conversation going on beside me between Todd and his V.I.P. friend in Manhattan. I could hear every word screaming out of his cell phone as my Android vibrated to alert me that my manager was calling.

“You’re not going to believe this.” My manager said when I answered her call. “Mr. Bill told me to have Todd pay for a hotel but there are no hotels, it’s season, everything is booked.”

“What?” I answered in disbelief as Todd ended his call and eavesdropped on my conversation.

“Mr. Bill said, Todd’s Jewish.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” I asked.

“Mr. Bill said, there’s no such thing as a poor Jew, therefore,” My manager sounded stunned by his logic.

“I assume, he figured…”

“I knew it. Mr. Bill’s an anti-semite! He looked at me kind of funny when we met. Stop being a cheap Jew and pay for a hotel.” Todd growled at me as he rearranged the black yamaka, adorned with the Star of David, on his head.

“Hot dogs! Peanuts! Get your hot dogs and peanuts here.” The vendor shouted as timber splintered after colliding with a baseball that flew over the fence sending hearts soaring for the World Series champions who manifested another point on the scoreboard as, exhausted, I rose, embarrassed and confused, in a sea of Boston Red Sox fans.

“That’s not happening. Todd’s not paying for the hotel. What the hell is wrong with Mr. Bill?” I shouted into the phone as the crowd around me reverberated with delight.

“Why don’t you tell him that?” My manager asked. “Isn’t Mr. Bill with you?”

“No. He said he would come by to get Todd and I before the seventh inning stretch, so we could all go out for a late lunch, it’s already the bottom of the eighth.”

“I told you, Mr. Bill ain’t coming!” Todd shouted over my shoulder into the phone. “I’m starving.”

“Get Todd a hotdog.” My manager suggested as I put her call on speakerphone.

“I’m Kosher! That dog’s not kosher! I need to follow Jewish dietary law.”

“Listen, I found a beach house for you guys. The owners are big fans and willing to trade accommodations in exchange for four tickets to the All Star MAMM Jam in Fort Myers tomorrow night. I told Mr. Bill and he said he would get back to me but I haven’t heard from him, so if you see him, tell him to call me ASAP.” My manager said before hanging up.

“Let’s get out of here.” Todd kvetched. “Shabbat starts at sunset.”

We sat in traffic for hours with all the snowbirds, waiting to hear from Mr. Bill but he never returned my calls or text messages. Finally, my manager called with the news that Mr. Bill refused to barter four tickets in exchange for safe shelter.

“He said Todd should stop being cheap and pay for a hotel.” My manager added with disgust, as I put her on speakerphone. “Mr. Bill suggested you guys stay at his house or a trailer that’s supposed to be parked in his driveway later tonight.”

“I need to find shelter before the sun goes down. ” Todd insisted. “That anti-semites home is too far away at this point, we’ll never make it before Shabbat.”

My manager promised to continue searching for hotel accommodations on the web while we dodged in and out of roadside motels without no-vacancy signs, through crawling traffic, as the sun beat down on us before beginning to set.

“There’s got to be something.” I pleaded with the motel desk clerk who, like all the other hotel clerks I’d interacted with in the twilight, informed me that because we were, “In-Season”, there were no vacancies.

“My cousin, owns a motel just over the bridge, it’s called The Welcome Inn. I will call him now to see if he has any rooms available.” The pungent smelling clerk said in an almost unintelligible East Indian accent.

“Please hurry, I think my friends going to turn into a Pumpkin if I don’t find him a place to stay before sundown.” I said, while looking out at Todd shifting nervously while reading the Torah, behind the wheel of our packed rental car in the parking lot.

“Good news.” I told Todd as I entered the car five minutes later. “We have a room at The Welcome Inn, I made reservations. It’s just over the bridge. We should make it before sunset.”

And, we did. Just as the sun began to set, we drove past the hookers and crack-heads into the parking lot of The Welcome Inn. When I opened the door to our room, the first thing I saw was graffiti. Written in black magic marker on the dark green wall, beneath the black mildew from the leaking, air-conditioning unit, were the words, “Fuck You”, staring back at me. The writing on the wall was literally a sign of things to come during my stay with The Hebrew Hammer on Shabbos at, what came to be known as, “The Unwelcome Inn”.

MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR- HUGO VACA II BEFORE GETTING ON STAGE TO PERFORM MODERN ART MUSIC MOVEMENT WITH MUSIC INDUSTRY LEGENDS TO BENEFIT CHILDREN’S CHARITY.

“I’ve seen the dark side of charity, the hypocrisy of philanthropy, enabled by weak news media and neutered journalists, that fail to tell altruistic people where their donations are really going and how little money actually goes, into helping the cause.” – Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KN8SIigY8TI

MODERN ART GONZO JOURNALISM SERVES AS BRIDGE BETWEEN NEUTERED INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALISTS AND WANING PUBLIC TRUST IN SEARCH OF AN OUTLET.

Press, Blatantly Reporting Opinion And Hyperbole As News, Has A Frustrated Public Turning To Artists, To Document Untold History, On Canvas, In Lieu Of Weak Newspaper And Television Reporting In The Age Of Donald Trump And Hillary Clinton.

In the words of the alleged-serial-killer-spinal-surgeon, operating out of the Washington D.C. Baltimore, Maryland area, Dr. Charles Edwards: “You can get away with murder because you can always count on cops being overworked, underpaid and lazy and lawyers being greedy.”

Severe cuts in staffing high-quality investigative journalists at mainstream media news outlets, portends a disturbing trend, that should concern anyone who worries about living in a functioning Democracy.

“IF A MAJOR NEWS ORGANIZATION LIKE NBC IS GOING TO REDUCE THE NUMBER, AND IT SOUNDS LIKE A SIGNIFICANT NUMBER, OF THE PEOPLE WHO GO OUT AND GATHER INFORMATION TO GO INTO THE DAILY STREAM OF NEWS, IT’S GOING TO THIN OUR KNOWLEDGE OF THE WORLD SOMEWHAT.” – BILL KOVACH

So, then, what is one to do in a world, where weak investigative journalists, peddle opinion as news and see “The Clinton Death List” and the World Trade Center, Building Seven, spontaneous-implosion, in New York City, on September 11, 2001, as conspiracy theories?

MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM PAINTS HISTORY IN A WAY THAT MAINSTREAM TELEVISION NEWS OUTLETS CAN NOT AFFORD TO DO.

Hopeless people, claiming cops don’t care and investigative journalists won’t listen, contact modern-art-gonzo journalists with stories that go unreported or woefully under-reported in weak mainstream media news outlets, due to lack of will, budget and corporate interest.

WORLD TRADE CENTER CONTEMPORARY ART MEME, EXPLORES THE FACT, THAT U.S. NEWS MEDIA, WOULD HAVE PUBLIC TRUST BELIEVE, THAT THE WORLD TRADE CENTER BUILDING SEVEN, COULD DEFY THE LAWS OF PHYSICS.

In the way jesters, during the Dark Ages, were able to point out, that the King was not wearing any clothes, so too, modern-art-gonzo journalism is able to skim past false truths, fed in soundbites, to skeptical public trust, in creating a vernacular and visual , “Diary Of The World On Canvas”, that interprets the court of public opinion, in brief moments of time, throughout history.

“COMPLIANCE IS NOT A DESTINATION, IT’S A JOURNEY SAYS THE SECURITIES AND EXCHANGE COMMISSION OFFICE OF CREDIT RATINGS DIRECTOR TO THE UNITED SLAVES OF AMERICA.”, IS A WORK OF MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM CREATED BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, USING BEAR STERNS STATIONARY, FROM THE OFFICE OF A SENIOR MANAGING DIRECTOR, AS CANVAS, FOR THIS MIXED MEDIA WORK OF ADHESIVE GRAFFITI FINE ART.

The world has become so immune to corruption and dishonesty that lying thieves are becoming the elected choice of people who have given up and feel safe in the status quo of false promises and exploitation.

LIKE A FLY ON THE WALL, OR, “WHERE’S WALDO”, MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALIST, VICTOR HUGO VACA II, CAN BE FOUND IN THE BACKGROUND, CONTEMPLATING LIFE’S CURIOUS MOMENTS?

Corporations, like Nestle, buy water for pennies on the dollar, from natural springs, syphoned away, by greed, from public consumption and spend millions of dollars on advertising, with U.S. news networks, while people in Flint Michigan, are poisoned by corrupt government officials, under the nose of journalists, distracted by Miley Cyrus, twerking Robin Thicke, on an awards show.

“NEWS IS ABOUT ADVERTISING AND ADVERTISING IS A BUSINESS” – VICTOR-HUGO VACA II

News media turned a blind eye to the plight of the disenfranchised without a voice, until contemporary artists, like Cher and Beyonce, started raising public awareness about the reality surrounding us all, as cultured beings, in a state of rapid change and awakening.

DETAIL FROM FEATURED PAINTING, CREATED IN 2007 AT A MODERN ART MUSIC MOVEMENT REHEARSAL WITH, MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II AND POWER, FROM RYTHMM EPKINS, “MIND, BODY AND SOUL”, BEFORE A SOLD OUT CONCERT, IN BAKERSFIELD, CALIFORNIA, TO BENEFIT MENTALLY HANDICAPPED CHILDREN.

The following is an emailed example, with the name of the sender omitted to protect sources of information, of the sorts of requests from citizens of Earth, to modern-art-gonzo-journalists, in the hopes, that their story of the human condition, will be documented in art, for future generations of investigative journalists and historians, to revisit artistic canvassed chronicles, in the pursuit of a remedy, for the growing cancer of dishonesty and corruption in the evolution of human nature:

“IN MY DIARY OF THE WORLD ON CANVAS, I PAINT WHAT I SEE, AND WHAT I SEE IS THE BEAUTIFUL CHAOS THAT SURROUNDS US ALL IN THE MULTI-UNIVERSE.”- MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II.

Hi,

My friend asked me to email you the following basic info:

– Very high profile business individuals involved

– $18 Million invested

– Potential dirty money from Mexico

– City official involved with under the table “help”

– Embezzlement

– Infringement of ownership

– Fraudulent transfer to avoid paying due to local businesses ($1.5+ MM due)

– Documents forgeries

– Known name and about to reopen under a new name within the next 2-3 months

– Currently several lawsuits already filed against various group’s entities

– Etc.

Ex-executive with thousands of supporting documents potentially ready to talk under certain conditions and guarantied multiple city publication (getting involved other journalist to publish it nationally)

Let me know if any interests.

MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II

“When I contacted WSVN 7 Fox News, after Hurricane Wilma, about a clear and present danger, impacting the lives of over fifteen-hundred residents, in a high rise building, destroyed by a tornado, the newsroom said: ‘Call us back when you see burning bodies flying out of the building, otherwise, it’s not news.'”. – Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II