|And the Project has started. See the Primitives Folder in my Gallery for the story so far.|
|One really messed up dude, doing what most messed up dudes do. Nudity and other stuff just because I can.|
|The Primitives, a year in the life. The insperation.|
As promised I have found a reason for this space on my page. And here it is.
Until 9-7-1999 I was a healthy man in my late fourties who had spent nearly a lifetime as a primitive survivalist. On that date, etched into my mind so well, I found myself in the ICU of one of the best hospitals in the deep south of the U.S. My Survivalist adventures ended on that day due to a nasty bug that had found a home in my blood and did the best it could to kill me. I was left a Dailysis patent and nearly crippled from the damage the infection had done to me before it was stopped. I was told I came within minutes of death.
My passion for Primitive life never left me just because I am no longer able to go on my trips into the woods and live the way that I find a challenge to not only my body but my mind. I started my adventures into primitive life as a boy of 11, if my mind serves me, with my father. We would spend a week or two on our property that was mostly just a large wilderness. The seasons of the year were not considered because true survival in the wild covers all days and all seasons. I learned the skills of building shelter and starting fires the way that the primitives did. I learned to hunt, trap and fish in many if not all thier ways. I was taught which plants were ediable and in which of the seasons to gather and forage for them.
I owe my father much for taking me on those early trips and teaching me the skills that could keep me alive if I ever found myself in the need of them in my real life. I lost him before I could ever thank him. I kept learning as much about those skills and going on adventures on my own until I was no longer able. The knowledge I gained from those first trips also started a passion to know as much as possible about early man. I still read as much about them as I can to this day. This Project is my way of Honoring my father and combining my art with the skills I can no longer enjoy.
I find the last Ice Age and the peoples of that time capture my mind the most so this project is based on my Ideas of what life in that time might have been like. Please follow me and my small group through the next year of our lives. I Promise you adventure, love, life, death and surprises on this journey.