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 think I’m kidding about the ax-throwing?
My art teacher invited us all over to her house and made us wear flannel shirts and cooked flapjacks for us and she had a fucking log-rolling pool in her yard so her husband could practice and they also had an awesome log target to throw axes at and an entire trophy room for various lumberjack awards she and her husband had earned.
Little Blackjack hops up onto the edge of the tub and then proceeds to climb onto my belly. He sits there on top of me, staring down at me, his expression completely unchanged from a somewhat perturbed stare he often gives when he is hungry and there is no food in his bowl.
This cat is starting to freak me out.
And now they have this really funny propaganda to pass around. My favorite was a friendly reminder that Jesus died for our sins….except that Jesus is a bearded sparkly-eyed white man lording over tiny people of all ethnicity from the sky with his hands spread out like he’s about to pull a hot pie out of the oven.
Then there’s pamphlet with a picture of “Paradise” on the front. Mormon paradise, in case you didn’t know, is a bunch of white people gardening at the edge of a sunny glen in what I assume to be Main or something, because there’s a giant-ass moose just standing there nonchalantly grazing while these pasty gardeners are doing their thing with sappy smiles on their faces.
I keep telling them to come back later because I can’t stop laughing at it.
UPDATE: A quick search through the tag “white Jesus” shows that I’m not the only one to receive this:
Then sat around listening to the employees telling funny stories about crazy customers. I’ve never worked in retail, but after hearing stories about crazy ladies masturbating in the bathrooms and dudes trying to steal merchandise while wearing nothing but swim trunks, I have a renewed appreciation for those who do.