I know it’s probably a stylistic choice to not show the right hind leg of the thylacine in the top right, but my cat is an amputee missing the same leg, so that one’s my favourite :)
Edited versions of my old thylacine woodcuts :) I got a few messages about the availability of prints and since my Etsy shop is still in a wip state, I added them to my Redbubble profile. (But I wanted them to fit my current style a bit better, that’s why i changed them up a little. I think they look better this way)
I turned 30 today. As I enter a new decade it’s inevitable that I reflect back on the one that I’ve just left, for better or for worse.
My 20’s we’re an exciting but somewhat chaotic time. I graduated from university, experienced unemployment, moved to a different continent, got a big boy job, fell out of love, made a crazy video game, lost friends, made lots of not so crazy games, struggled with anxiety, traveled loads, fell in love again, got married, and in between all of it I somehow kept painting.
Somehow that one act has been the ligament of my life that’s kept everything in place. I couldn’t be more grateful to have found it as an ever deepening passion. Today I celebrated my birthday by simply painting throughout the day while a storm raged outside my window.
I don’t normally post much about my personal life, but it felt appropriate today. Thank you all for enjoying the things that I make. It’s an honour to be seen.
Thylacines are also called Tasmanian tigers, and they went extinct like a hundred years ago. They weren’t really tigers, which you should be able to tell from looking at the god damn pictures. They were like giant murderous koala dogs or something. If you need someone to tell you that they lived on Tasmania you’re unforgivably dumb, but maybe you’re just not good at geography so you get a ONE TIME PASS if you didn’t know that Tasmania is an Australian island. Australia+Island is basically nature’s perfect formula for creating a nightmare beast, so of course thylacines were fucking carnivorous marsupials who looked like dogs and could hop like kangaroos and tuck their balls into pouches. Those weird fucking jaws are all show though, because apparently they didn’t have bite pressure for SHIT and died because they weren’t strong enough to bite a damn sheep to death. I’m pretty sure that I could bite a sheep to death, and I didn’t even have braces.
COLONY OF HEALTHYTasmanian devils is about to get a new island refuge as part of an attempt to beat the deadly facial tumour depleting the species.
Fourteen devils will this week be the first to move to Maria Island, off the east coast of Tasmania, in the hope they will be quarantined from the disease.
The aim is to establish a self-sustaining population of healthy devils on the island, listed as a national park, where the species is not found naturally.
The move is part of the joint state and federal Save the Tasmanian Devil Program funded with $10 million over five years by Canberra.
“We are leaving no stone unturned when it comes to protecting the Tasmanian devil,” federal Environment Minister Tony Burke said in a statement. “Translocation is one of the methods of last resort and it has to be done carefully with good scientific oversight. It’s part of making sure the Tasmanian devil never goes the way of theTasmanian tiger.”
