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.
He doesn’t merely push them open just enough to slip on through; he pushes the door wide open and saunters his fat ass into the room like, “WHUTUP BITCHES?”
Word #200 — May 24, 2013
Quiescence — (n.) A state of silent inaction; marked by tranquil repose; dormancy.
In a sentence — The quiet of the city on holiday and the silent company of his lover ensuant of the fervor preceding lead to a sure night of quiescence in their shared space amid a tangle of pillows and sheets, between cool spring gusts rushing them toward a loving embrace and acceptance of the night’s affection.
I see him standing in the fog of my mind, legs and arms held close together so that he appears rigid and stern. There is dew which has frozen to the grass around him, and it looks like snow. The air feels thick, and sound does not travel, but I can hear the man’s breath as though he is standing right beside me.
In the pale fog beside the human, a dark shadow moves like air trapped beneath the ice which forms on a frozen lake. The cat is bigger than I remember it, but it’s eyes glow with a familiar white-yellow intensity. It crouches behind the man before me, melting into the grass, and for a moment, I want to call out and warn him that it’s there.
But before I can, the cat is on his back, tearing at his chest and shoulders and face as he continues to stand, un-moving even as the cougar’s claws rip his skin and clothes away. I can still hear his breath, and it is even and calm. It’s as though he does not know the animal is upon him.
There is no blood. Instead, the human’s skin and flesh are torn back to reveal a New Man standing in the first man’s place. He is the same, but different. It is as though the cougar has clawed away all the weariness and sorrow he held, to make him stronger and more beautiful than before.
As quickly as it came, the cat glides away back into the fog. I am left, for a moment, staring at the New Man before me, feeling both awe and envy, because I want to be New, too.
We walked to the road in total darkness, listening to the rain tearing through the leaves in the trees all around. In the distance, another peel of thunder shook the air and an explosion of lightning lit up the northern skies.
My companions and I found a spot in the middle of the road where we could sit in relative safety as the clouds overhead churned and roiled like raging waters. We were in awe as we watched the light show progress. Every time a bolt of lightning appeared we gasped and laughed and found joy in the spontaneity of the event; we found power in the adrenaline it caused to surge through our veins.
The storm lasted for a short while longer before it arced away into the distant mountains, taking the rain with it. We returned to our tents at the campsite and went to sleep beside friends and lovers while visions of exploding clouds and murmurs of roaring thunder lingered in our minds.