And here’s a few pictures of our good pal Shpriken when he was but a wee little lad.
For those of you that might not know, Shpriken is the ‘shprik’ half of ShprixieLand. His name isn’t really Shpriken, he’s really a hobbledehoy named Heath.
One of Shpriken’s few talents is writing about himself in the third-person. Writing has been a fun game that he’s enjoyed playing since he was in grade four, when he started writing adventure stories starring himself and his friends. These days, his stories are mostly about himself and his sidekick Pixie and their thrilling adventures in the glamorous world of pottery production, or of their curious discoveries in the fantasyland of country life, or of the sweeping epics of chicken coop cleaning and the steamy romance of shovelling shit.
By morning you’ll find him with a coffee in hand watching the sunrise over the mountains as he waxes poetic about handbuilding techniques, glaze chemistry, skunk fights, and skinny dipping mishaps from his childhood.
By day, however, he’s a slab slinging pottery dynamo with something of a lace fetish. Yes, one of Shpriken’s favourite pastimes is to disassemble lacy garments and press them into mud to the delighted cheers of the crowd. Pottery production with his fair damsel Pixie is the real story here, the rest is all playful ornament.
It’s a curious land, this of the Shprixies, and Shpriken does his part to report on it for you daily.
Making art, making pottery, making love, and making jokes - that’s what it’s all about.
If you haven’t figured it out yet, our Shpriken is a master trickster (as should be clear by the photos provided). He’s a bit of a scamp and a scallywag, not quite a scoundrel or rogue. He’s never cruel or deliberately hurtful but his jokes have all the colours of the rainbow.
This has been an introduction to our wordy narrator Shpriken.
You’ve been fairly warned.