Wondering what type of sick man makes 'art' like I do?
Well, this is me.
I've had the beard for about eight years. And just shaved it off yesterday - and already am in mourning.
I really miss it you know.
Not only was great for scaring little kids and making old ladies cry out in alarm - it was like an old friend, in that it kept me warm in winter, had the aroma of home grown tobacco mixed with spilt beer, and gave me something to hang onto on our nightly drop-bear hunting expeditions (you probably know that Australian drop-bears are extremely vicious creatures who can bite your head of with one chomp - and I get nervous).
Of course the dagger is plastic - but I always have trouble convinceing the airline attendents to let me keep in when I fly - even on domestic flights. I hope now that my face is naked they'll warm to me more. They might even let me keep the fake samurai sword I am attempting to hide with my left arm in the pictures.
This photograph was taken after a few days of slashing rare rainforest timber in the tropics of Northern Queensland.
After a entire eight hour day day murdering small trees I like to relax with a large glass of green lolly water and try and find the interesting and unusual insects that have lodged in my beard sometime in the proceeding week. Of course, like all timber cutters, I don't have a conscience - but sometimes I have strange dreams.
Oh, if you are jealous of my beard, and wondering where you can get a similar one - try here.
Of course if you grow one, let me know. I would love to see it.
Thanks to everyone who commented on my last post. You are all wonderful, scintillating and beautifully intelligent people.