BIYO LTD has been incorporated since 1990 and is based in southern
New Hampshire. The company name of BIYO was originated from the
artist's nickname 'yO', and since the artwork is by yO the name
was created as such; BIYO. We currently offer extensive graphic
art prints of sporting events as well as our past original, limited
edition, silkscreen artwork as depicted within the BiyoArt site.
Please e-mail questions and comments to email@example.com. Thank
you for the visit and we hope you enjoy the experience of our
Like most artists, I grew up on a farm in the Berkshires of western
Massachusetts, studied electronics at a vocational / technical
high school and won a few advertising awards at the local newspaper.
Played golf, read comic books and represented Massachusetts in
a national 4H-poster contest. Swam in New England AAU events,
achieved state recognition through a citizenship short-course
in Washington, D.C. and installed car stereos. Performed public
speaking on various topics, won awards for cooking and helped
shovel manure out of the barn. Showed the animals at state fairs,
went fishing a lot with my brothers and rode a motorcycle. Watched
a lot of cartoons, rolled a van and hosted a fashion show. Drank
beer, went to concerts and graduated with honors from high school.
Typical stuff for a young artist
Boston and Life
Then came college. At one point I had an application for MIT,
and it had pages in different colors, but it also only had one
line for "
your favorite cartoon character and why."
So I went for a cooperative education at Northeastern University
in Boston. MIT and Harvard were on the other side of the river
My cooperative education consisted of working for a lot of smaller
companies while my classmates, the ones with the grades, worked
at the 'big companies' (debugging RS-232 cables, as one noted).
So the only work smaller companies had was, as it turned out,
a lot of everything. This in turn gave me the experience and insight
regarding unwanted career paths.
Beyond that, college was a five-year blur. Lived near Fenway
Park and the Boston Red Sox; enough said. Favorite courses were
creative writing, numerous philosophy classes and watching people
from the outdoor bar down at Quincy Market. Graduation ceremonies
were at the Boston Garden and to my surprise there was a diploma
waiting for me in the binder. No where near honors this round,
just a BS in Electrical Engineering and a sigh of relief from
my parents and grandparents.
After working at the corner market for six months I 'got a real
job' at a local defense contractor. Moved up the engineering ladder
at a pretty fast clip while volunteering to work one segmented
year of the first five years at a remote site in the Alaskan Aleutian
Islands. Over the next nine years my career path took me through
supervisor of manufacturing and into the management zone. A wonderful
place of fuzzy math, silly putty schedules and political wet noodles.
Boredom was a never ending battle, for it had become too easy
to play with the game that everyone else was aligned too; something
In the end one must recognize, and in turn be prepared for, a
life altering 'opportunity' when voluntarily presented; severance
pay. After fourteen years as an engineering type it was time for
a change. The Biyo business, to this point, had been incorporated
for ten years, and as the saying goes, "You can never finish
a race by only running on Sundays", had become a painful,
straight jacket reminder. So, staring out the window and wondering
about my artwork had finally got the better of me; it was time
to put the other side of the brain to work.
The History Of It All
Speaking of artwork, the history of which as it applies, I seem
to remember taking an art course in junior high school and before
that, way back in kindergarten, there was nothing but art things.
But beyond that there has been no formal art learning other than
that of the experience of creating and doing stuff on my own.
My brothers and I attribute our creativeness to growing up on
the farm with sticks, rocks and dirt as the bulk of our toys during
our prime kid years. Although our mother would remind us it was
to this day we still don't know what she means.
It all started way back when with pastels, pencils, charcoal,
pen and inks. Whatever floated the boat at the time, constantly
changing to what appeared both interesting and challenging. Slowly
over the years the most prominent type of my artwork settled into
what I called Shadow Art. One would simply take a specific type
of picture and artistically color in and out its highlights to
form a black and white image. Then, a splash of color was added
to a specific area to highlight and bring to life the whole image.
The original was then squared, transferred by hand and inked onto
larger media. One of a kind pictures, of which the entire family
has in one framed form or another.
At one point the local Arcadian Shop was interested in selling
duplicated images of a skier that one of my brothers had shown
the owner. But, even as a teenager, the cost of reproducing the
original by hand several times did not make sense on the profit
side of things. Plus, that would be rather boring
to be a better, more unique and fun way of doing volume.
Well, ten to fifteen years and one house later (late '80s), add
some engineering and computer experience to the mix and one uncovers
the multiple graphic applications of an Amiga computer and business
incorporation. The Shadow Art images could now be completed by
hand (or mouse if you will), on screen, from digitized video pictures.
The business and tax aspect of things had now became more clear...
Well, more clear in that no longer opaque; just foggy. For in
the process of running the final versions of the Shadow Art through
various filters, the current Digital Art versions were also created
(as appears within the BiyoArt site). To me this was cool, unique,
weird art stuff and right up my alley of incoherence. Large format
paper and vellum pen plots were produced to show around and validate
this new art direction. Although quite a few people didn't understand
it, most thought it cool, unique, weird art stuff. So more and
more and more were produced.
But the unique volume aspect of the process was still illusive,
until that past Arcadian Shop brother of mine brought a vellum
plot to a local printer. In the end came the advice of not only
selling them for not less than one to two hundred dollars apiece,
as is, but also the illusive volume answer and product example
of silkscreen. Excellent.
Well, five years and another house later ('90s) the silkscreen
process ended up being 'just' another challenge to conquer, along
with its fifteen to twenty thousand dollar price tag. It takes
less time to print a series of fifteen to thirty prints than it
does to clean the screens of the ink. The trial and error process
was not only time consuming, but also not a very pretty site to
observe over the years. Buy a book to get learnt you say, I have
about twenty. One would think that someone would have written
about the ABC's of silkscreening my type of fine line artwork
(0.35mm lines), for at this point of the learning curve even authoring
that would not be a challenge
The Kid Again
Yes, the silkscreen is a pain in the butt, but when all the printed
lines and colors are aligned on the media and the final version
lies before you on the print table for judgment
Well, most of the time anyway.
One would think that after ten years of not being able to work
full time on the real passion of life and that giving up a perfectly
insane real world job after fourteen years (drive time of 2 to
3 hours a day) would finally allow the creative art juices to
flow into that passion
right? Well, the first nine months
of freedom from the real world were spent fixing the things around
the house that have been put aside for the previous ten years.
It's just not comforting being at home and knowing all is not
at rest in the surroundings around you. The house karma was just
not attuned to be in all day long and it took about a year to
straighten out. This at least sounded like a good explanation
to really try and get situated full time for the long haul.
Anyway, it just became the summer of 2001 and with two more computers,
a laptop, scanner, various printers, plotters and stuff, I am
inching closer to finishing the race that is no longer only run
on Sundays. Even though the race itself has seemed unending, the
building of websites, creating logos, working commissioned art
and exploring e-commerce has kept me from getting too bored of
the original stuff that I will eventually get back to
it's all fun in the name of art and it's not exactly normal BiyoArt.
Over the Years
It just became the summer of 2009. The first show of the year
is behind us and despite the current recession, our show sales
were more than double that of the previous year. Our business
has followed as our market has dictated and we no longer bring
our silkscreen prints to the shows, although they are still available
to purchase through our online e-commerce site. Two years ago
technology caught up to replicating the perfect resolution of
the straight silkscreen lines on the prints. We have now focused
on providing graphic art prints of sporting events as unique gifts
of art for kids, teens and adults who are the players, fans and
coaches of the sport as depicted for the keywords on search engines.
. . doing that, as well as AdWords, AdSense and PCI Compliance.
. . blah, blah, blah.
We had also found that our options were limited with the silkscreen
prints as the public requested impossible variations and were
unwilling to pay the price. Plus, the public basically couldn't
tell the difference and were willing to pay a much lower price
for the actual designs, with all of the possible color variations,
as compared to a single silkscreen version.
It has become a very funny thing; the more designs we have,
the more we sell and as the saying goes " If it's in stock
. . . we have it ", and if not I can print it and ship it
tomorrow. Now I just need to find the time to do the designs .
It's been real
We'll have to do it again real soon.
Talk at ya.