Hi! I'm a taxidermist.
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.
Blackjack way laying on the corner of the bed when he apparently decided that it was time to run away in pursuit of another invisible nothing, so he launched himself off the corner of the mattress and flew headlong into the nightstand that I’d moved there the day before.
Wow, Blackjack. Your situational awareness skills are astounding.
I just heard Jude growling outside so I peeked my head up over the windowsill, thinking, “what’s Cabal doing to the big boy this time?”
They’re both just laying there, Cabal with his nose shoved down Jude’s ear canal, and Jude looking straight at me with his mouth open going, “Raaaaawwww” but not actually doing anything aside from that to remedy the situation.
I have the weirdest animals.
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.