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
I had a dream on the night of my birthday that I was on a tiny wooded island in the Pacific Northwest. There were a few others there with me, though I knew none of them. We were confused as to why we were trapped on the island, and as the other people began to argue over what to do with themselves, I got up and left the clearing we were gathered in to walk to the edge of the water.
Once there, I realize in shock that it was rising, slowly consuming our tiny spit of land. There was no larger landmass to be seen for miles around, no lights from potential rescue boats on the horizon, and the sun was beginning to set. In the gray-blue dusk, I hurried through the trees back to the clearing where the other people were gathered, and I found them there, fighting.
The familiar calmness I feel in a time of what others may consider grounds for panic came washing over me, and I closed my eyes for a moment, meditating on what I should do.
When I opened my eyes again, my back was to the fighting people, and I was staring into the woods once more.
I saw then, rushing through the trees, a collection of bright white dancing things. They were little antlered spirits, like the one tattooed on my wrist, which I had seen in dreams before. Only now, they were glowing white outlines in a sea of deep green forest. The light which emanated from them brought color to the forest wherever they passed, and I saw that in their playful dance, they were keeping the water from rising any further.
I did not fear then; I was instead overcome with a sense of ease and even joy. I knew that I would find a way to make everything okay.
I noticed then that the people fighting in the clearing behind me had stopped. One woman stepped away from the crowd and asked, “Did you see them, too?”
I nodded, then woke up.