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Jason deCaires Taylor

Jason deCaires Taylor grew up in Europe and Asia with his English father and Guyanese mother, wo nurtured his passion for exploration and discovery. Much of his childhood was spent on the coral reefs of Malaysia where he developed a profound love of the sea and a fascination with the natural world.

Later, he became a scuba diving instructor in various parts of the globe, developing a strong interest in conservation, underwater naturalism and photography. During his teenage years, work as a graffiti artist fired his interest in the relationship between art and the environment, fostering an ambition to produce art in public spaces and directing the focus of his formal art training.

He graduated in 1998 from the London Institute of Arts, with a B.A. Honours in Sculpture and Ceramics. His experience in Canterbury Cathedral taught him traditional stone carving techniques while five years working in set design and concert installations exposed him to cranes, lifting, logistics and completing projects on a grand scale.

With this range of experiences he was equipping himself with the skills required to execute the ambitious underwater projects. Carving cement instead of stone and supervising cranes while in full scuba gear to create artificial reefs submerged below the surface of the Caribbean Sea, the various strands of his diverse life resolve themselves convincingly in the development of his underwater sculptures.

His international reputation was established in May 2006, when he created the world’s first underwater sculpture park in Grenada, West Indies, leading to both private and public commissions. Taylor is currently founder and Artistic Director of the Museo Subacuático del Arte (MUSA) in Cancun, Mexico.


it’s weird, but I think they are cute.

this turtle is from this site -

I don’t get it, really. But I guess I think their armor is jewel-like. maybe on the same plane as a scarab?

I don’t know how I ended up with a pet turtle when I was a kid, but I did. Someone, I don’t think it was me, bought him from Woolworth’s. I named him Freddy the Freeloader, and I somehow became in charge of him. He ate turtle food, of course, but he also ate flies, lettuce and he loved tadpoles. So weird. So gross, but, I didn’t mind…

I had him for about a year and when we went away for the summer, I left him with my grandmother, and he didn’t do well. When I came back, his shell was all soft. I thought maybe he was molting or something like that. Anyway, he died, and we buried him in a shoebox, I think, and went out and bought Freddie II, who lived a while, but not nearly as long as Freddie I.

(Thanks to the Internet, I just learned that he had soft shell syndrome, from lack of calcium or insufficient sunlight.)

Anyway, that’s the sad story of the Freddies.

God only knows why people find scarabs interesting…

But you can see that the image was used in art, and as jewelry, too

I don’t have a clue.

But just look at how pretty and the esteem we bestow on this little creature who rises from the… well, you know.

This ritual box can be bought here:

And no. I don’t get a commission. And no. I don’t want it or a new turtle.