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.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
oiseaux-tristes replied to your photo: GPOY.
do you have any good ‘what the fuck are you wearing lady’ stories? like angry peta advocates or something
I wore a coyote into Portland one day, after showing it to a friend working across town who was interested in buying it.
One lady said behind my back, “That’s disgusting” as I stood waiting for the MAX. I turned around and looked her over. She was a large woman, wearing a poofy winter jacket with a fur-trimmed hood. The irony was too easy. So I snarled and made a clawing motion with my hands at her, causing her to back away slightly, much to the embarrassment of my boyfriend-at-the-time.
At the end of the block, a different woman wearing fairy wings (I shit you not) and reeking of weed and booze, practically pounced on me and asked if she could give me a kiss. She kissed the coyote’s nose and then danced away.
Portland is fucking weird, man.