Amazonicus Colossus is a lament for the age of excess. It’s a metaphor for the monstrous legacy of hyper-consumerism—a beast born from what we discard, with a life of its own—immortal in a way—and beyond our ability to fully tame.
The Amazonicus Project
TL:DR
I made a 12' horse from 100 recycled Amazon boxes
It was shown at Terrain-15 in Spokane 2024
After the show we moved her into a wooded field
Friends helped me burn her using diesel fuel
Two artist friends painted her while she burned
We fed those paintings to the fire as well
Later I made black oil paint from the ashes
Another friend used the paint on a canvas
Of course we had to burn that painting too
I have more paint you can request and use
You must promise to burn your work
Contact me below and I’ll explain it more
Peace and Stay Cool – Scott
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Meanwhile, Back in the enchanted forest of Boundary Country in North Idaho...
Amazonicus Colossus, a beast rearing 12 feet high on her hind legs, was born of over 100 discarded Amazon boxes—icons of a culture that delivers endlessly, and discards without thought. She stood proudly at the Terrain-15 show in Spokane, October 2024—a creature of myth made from waste.
A volunteer at the show asked me in jest: “So after the show, what-cha-gonna-do, burn her?” and as if summoned by prophecy, I did.
In the spring of 2025, with the aid of a group of believers, we journeyed her to the north and reassembled her carcass and bones in an isolated spot deep in the dark forest of Boundary County, Idaho.
Beneath the stars, she received the Viking funeral she deserved. In an open-air funeral pyre, with the help of 5 gallons of diesel fuel, Amazonicus was ceremoniously set ablaze. Flames shot 40 feet into the night sky, bathing us in a soothing orange glow. The private gathering was small and silent. Not a word was uttered—only the sound of flickering flames occasionally broke through the eerie silence.
As Amazonicus gave herself to the hunger of the fire, close friends and gifted artists Anna and Ezra stood next to her. They began to paint: their joy made visible with their brushes dancing to the rhythm of the heat. When their canvas visions were complete, their works were fed to the fire, easels and all.
The next morning, I gathered some of the still-smoking cremains. They were placed into an urn from my pottery bestie Janine. There they slept.
Slowly over the winter, I ground and refined her remains into black pigment. From this solemn ritual, I hand-crafted Amazonicus-Black, a small batch of oil paint infused with the spirit of the creature.
The haunted paint carries an uncertain energy—the voice of Amazonicus lives within it through the ghostly black.
Chelsea, another of my art comrades, was the first to wield the enchanted pigment. She painted a dreamy landscape of Canfield Mountain, with the ghost of a burning Amazonicus prominent. It was the beast’s first posthumous portrait. True to the spirit of the project, Chelsea’s work too was set aflame—continuing the endless cycle of creation, destruction, and rebirth forged through the crucible of fire.
The Amazonicus Project continues…
If you are a committed fire fearing artist and want to work with one of the few remaining tubes of Amazonicus-Black oil paint LMK. Your work should, in some way, include a burning Amazonicus. You must also say or create something you fear. You promise to burn it with me. Your work will be sacrificed in an upcoming communal fire —our own “Burning Man of Idaho.”
If you’re interested in being part of this evolving pyro ritual, email me at: burnit2025@proton.me
Again,
Peace and Stay Cool – Scott
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