For the Wild-Hearted Souls

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.

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And there you have it. I’m a useless as fuck superhero.

(Source: a-synesthetic-world)

I apparently got a mild form of frostbite during the snow last week…

They call it “frostnip” which is actually kind of amusing. But goddamn, taking a hot shower with frostnip hurts like a bitch. On the bright side, the pain isn’t overwhelming, and the colors it creates in my head are unusually beautiful. The part that I don’t enjoy is the fact that it’s a different kind of pain - not an ache or a sting, but a kind of deep burning sensation that prickles with shades of pale brownish-orange, highlighted by tiny dots of lime green surrounded by a brighter orange. 

When I ran hot water over the three affected toes, the pain instantly turned mauve and red, but the pattern stayed the same. The dots of lime green turned intensely red-orange, and popped up in front of my vision with an increased frequency. 

Despite this, I found the vision most pleasing, and held my foot under the water until the pain was too intense to bear. No, I am not much of a masochist, and I do not enjoy unfamiliar pains. But I do find these color-visions fascinating, so I do occasionally subject myself to them despite the physical discomfort. 

Yet this is not natural. Not many creatures put themselves in pain’s way without just cause.

Does this mean that I value beauty and exploration of the unknown over a sense of physical well-being? And if so, what kind of evolutionary ramifications might this have on myself and others like me?

This is another one of those orange headaches.

On a side note, I’m so happy for weed. Instant relief from the throbbing, gnashing color-pain. Nothing else works without nasty side-affects. So remind me again why marijuana is illegal and the drugs which make me vomit are not? 

I came up with a great idea this morning

a-synesthetic-world:

Reblog this if you are a synesthete. That way we can all find each other!!!

Bad Religion: 21st Century Digital Boy (Synesthesia Art) Synesthesia works in strange ways, sometimes. These paintings are both of the same song, except that one is performed by he original band using electric guitar, bass, drums, and vocals. The other is a cover by the Vitamin String Quartet on string instruments.

Bad Religion: 21st Century Digital Boy (Synesthesia Art)

Synesthesia works in strange ways, sometimes.

These paintings are both of the same song, except that one is performed by he original band using electric guitar, bass, drums, and vocals. The other is a cover by the Vitamin String Quartet on string instruments.

Red Hot Chili Peppers: Snow (Synesthesia Art) on Flickr.

Red Hot Chili Peppers: Snow (Synesthesia Art) on Flickr.

Random Synesthesia Number Thing…

I hate the number 333. It hurts to even type it. It makes me feel almost physically sick. And I don’t even know why. The color of the number isn’t anything unsightly (just a VERY intense deep green color), nor is the personality of green particularly offensive. It’ just something about that number that’s so….GRRR. 

Anyone else have weird synesthetic experiences like this?

Synesthesia painting of the University of Buffalo’s a capella version of “Viva La Vida” by Coldplay, with focus on layered voices.

Synesthesia painting of the University of Buffalo’s a capella version of “Viva La Vida” by Coldplay, with focus on layered voices.

Synaesthesis: allegra0: what i want to know is why so many synesthetes perceive I...

allegra0:

what i want to know is why so many synesthetes perceive I and O as white and black, just like i do

(or any combination thereof - both white, etc.)

i feel like see it all the time when i look at other people’s pictures of their alphabets

what is it about those two letters? what…

I see I as black, O as white, and A as a rusty red with a slightly orange overlay to it. I also see 1 as white when it’s by itself, but when paired with another number, it turns black, also making the colors of the other numbers around it darker. 11, however, is a medium gray, as is any combination of all 1s. 

Synesthesia Nostalgia

I’m watching Bambi for the first time in about 16 years. The colors of the music haven’t changed at all. It’s weird to see it all again and realize: I didn’t forget a thing.