To me, Nature is God. Without it, we simply would not exist. Conserving the world’s natural spaces and the creatures that live there is paramount to the survival of humans as a species, and I have therefore dedicated my life to studying environmentalism in order to help people co-exist more successfully and sustainably with the natural world.
All natural materials I use in my creations are either sourced from roadkill, Fish and Game, secondhand sources such as fellow artists and estate sales, or are antique. In this way, I'm ensuring that no animals were needlessly killed for the sake of the artwork I produce. I fully believe that no part of any creature should go to waste if a purpose can be found for it, but I do NOT support trophy hunters or overseas fur farms by buying 'byproducts' like bones, skulls, or claws directly from them. The only exception I make for this rule is for parts from animals legally culled for population control programs approved by Fish and Wildlife.
As a photographer and wildlife enthusiast, I've been involved with many fantastic organizations such as Images4Life and Wild Tiger, as well as the Sierra Club and many smaller, local groups.
I've been published, interviewed, and even featured on Rainn Wilson (Dwight from “The Office”)'s personal networking website, SoulPancake.com.
I’ve also been blessed with the opportunity to visit many of the world’s most amazing wild places, like Komodo Island, Bali, Lombok, Malaysia, and the Cayman Islands, and have even documented entirely new species previously unknown to science.
Other interests include: Wilderness survival, primitive skills, backpacking, fishing, kayaking, boffing, airsoft, snowboarding, meandering around town, and caving.
You can read the full original account of said incident HERE. :)
One summer night while I was doing my rounds through the woods (again, with a dead coyote on my head so no one would fuck with me), I noticed that the town seemed exceptionally quiet. It was 3:00 AM but even so - this was uncanny. The silence seemed almost supernatural, and I felt very uneasy as I quickly made my way back to the dorms from downtown Ashland.
The following night, I went back out again, and noticed in a shop window a sign with a boy’s picture printed on it. The sign informed passers-by that the boy in question was missing and possibly endangered. It was strange, but there was nothing I could do about it aside from keep an eye open and hope I spotted him safe and sound, sleeping in a doorway or camping in the woods (I had, after all, found other missing people in the woods before, but that’s a story for a different time).
All was going well this night, until again, at about 3:00 AM just as I was crossing the bridge over the creek downtown, things started to get uncannily quiet, and once more, I hurried back to the dorms.
The next morning, I heard on the news that the boy from the poster had been found dead, face down in the very creek I’d walked through on both of these ‘silent nights’ at about 3:00 AM. It was later discovered that he’d been supplied alcohol by a local adult and in his drunken stupor, had fallen into the creek and drowned.
One reason I left (outside of the PTSD stuff) was because a local boy was killed not far from campus. A friend who’s dad works with the police department at that time told me that the murder weapon was believed to have been a broadsword, and that the victim was nearly decapitated with it while walking home from work on a bike trail I used to frequent myself.
I didn’t know until later, but I actually knew the victim. He and I had played a few rounds of beer pong together at a party a few weeks before the murder. It was shocking to say the least, but the worst part is that a suspect has never named, and to this day, a culprit has not been found.