Sold the good ones (9 boxes), have an appointment to have the rest picked up for charity sale (6 more boxes). These on the shelf are all that is left, I'll be taking these along with me.
The 365 is going along. I'm trying to come to terms with not having any good ideas for portraits most days. 16 days in, hundreds more to go.
Geared up for some carving. I've been a useless shit and haven't done anything in a long while except for a ring made out of deer antler for a friend.
I have a beard full of bone dust, my pants are spatted with melted beef fat, and I stink like burning bone, but I'm doing one of the only things that makes me really happy.
As mentioned before, photos of me are a rare thing. But i was digging through old hard drives looking for lost data and found this shot from back before i went hermit. Alas, much too late for the "suave series" last month.
Am getting ready for a photoshoot in the morning and I always always ALWAYS freak out before. It's not so much that I distrust my skill (though that's a small part of it), but more of getting things ready and making sure that I know everything I need to shoot when it happens because there's rarely ever a second chance to do things like this. I'll be fine, just...it's how I am. You don't even want to deal with me the week before I travel!
When I get anxiety I get a rash above my upper lip that looks like kind of like I put my lipstick on wrong. It's not contagious, but it burns like hell and chaps my lips up something horrible.