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|Over the years I have been asked to create a variety of custom pieces. These have ranged everywhere from wall hangings unique to the buyer to one of a kind leather and fur pouches, and then some! Plus further down the page you'll see some projects that I can pretty easily customize. Here are a few things to keep in mind when requesting custom work:|
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What size do I want the project to be?
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No, I do not hunt these animals myself. Most of what I work with is recycled or reclaimed in some manner; as I have done since 1998, I ritually purify everything I make as part of my spiritual practice, and I donate part of the proceeds to nonprofit groups that benefit wildlife and their habitats.
I'm an artist, nonfic author, and wannabe polymath living in Portland, OR. I'm a pagan and amateur naturalist, geeky, and outdoorsy. I make stuff out of animal remains, beads, and other such things as part of my spiritual practice (and FWIW, I am 100% European mutt, so none of my work can be considered Native American). I'm also entirely self-taught; I took a few art classes in high school and college, but they were really basic and dealt more with traditional media like painting and drawing.
I sell most of what I make; if you're interested in what's currently available, please wander over to www.thegreenwolf.com (you can also find my books on pagan and nature spirituality topics there, too!)
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Current Residence: Portland, OR
Personal Quote: Better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it.
Warning: This post contains graphic discussions of animal cruelty.
This past weekend I vended at the Shrewsbury Renaissance Faire in Kings Valley, OR. It’s one of the most established faires in the Portland area, having been started in 1995, and after I missed last year I was eager to make it back this year. The faire is currently held in a big grass field south of Dallas, OR; the field had been mowed so the grass could be sold as hay, and so all that was left was a bit of dry stubble in the dust. This made it easier for people to walk around–and it also made for excellent vole-watching. The entire field, in fact, is pockmarked by the burrows of voles (probably creeping voles, Microtus oregoni), and we spent the weekend watching on particularly bold little critter popping out of her burrow and wandering the field around our booth and others. She even burrowed around underneath our air mattress at night, as evidences by the trails in the grass and dust underneath–a very determined little vole indeed! (I took the opportunity to subject my partner to several truly terrible vole puns throughout the weekend. Vole-tron. Vole-demort.)
Shrewsbury is quite family-friendly, and there were plenty of kids running around throughout the weekend. Several of the surrounding booths had children who would pass by our booth with some frequency. At one point late in the day on Saturday, one boy near my booth happened to mention to me “I’m going to squash a vole”. I stopped, not sure if I’d heard correctly. “What did you say?” I asked. “I’m going to squash a vole,” he repeated. He couldn’t have been more than about eleven or so, and he pointed at the burrow near the front of our booth where we’d been watching our vole neighbor all day.
I gave him a stern look and said “Don’t you dare. There’s no reason to kill an animal just because it’s there, and this is from someone who’s selling art made from animal hides.” The boy looked chastised and retreated back over to his own booth. I retreated as well; it was a reminder that people, children included, too often see the killing of another life as something to be taken lightly.