life decays and thrives at the heArt temple




bosco and bagira




is that an emu?

tofurkey

saturnmask

caliopies treehouse

maia

jessie

faven and ezra

bagira

caleb

dragonboy & maia

samira & josh

ema

Captain Cristoph Columbo Calypso the 33 joins SandMantha the Divine Architect on a cosmic voyage to the planet Earth and Share their tales of August Ether at the Chico Earth Dance!
here’s a few photos,
see more photos here

I’m part of this group show callled Apropos Apropriation at the humanities center gallery on chico state campus, the reception is this friday 5-7.
Also This Saturday is Chico Earth Dance at the childrens park. We’ll be performing a Super Super cool piece called “The Magical Adventures of August Ether” at 2:15pm. I’ve been busting my a@$% to get it all together and it’s going to be freaking cool amazing strange beautiful, info and links below
blessings

chico earthdance

humanities center gallery
SEP. 4-OCT. 9
Apropos Appropriation Marion Bronson, Richard Whitehead, Elizabeth Newman Kuiper, Darice McGuire and David Sutherland
Sep. 12 Reception 5-7pm
Bronson: “…we call ourselves appropriationists, and the art form appropriationism. We coined the last two words to avoid the financial connotation of the dictionary word ‘appropriators.’ We have written rules, the most flexible and generous we could design. We are free to adapt each other’s art and ideas. Each of us owns all the work he or she produces as an individual, signs it with her or his own name, and is free not to share credit or pay royalties. The exhibit itself will include the originals and the adaptations, showing the unique patterns of appropriationism as the artists derived new works from each other’s products….As the opening date nears, none of us has a clear idea of what will be on the gallery walls. Instead we stay open to all the creative ideas of the members. Whitehead has decided to paint some of my close-up photos of his own work. McGuire chose to paint a photograph I had taken in Denver of an artist’s studio floor. Sutherland used Photoshop to alter several of my photos, and digitally combine them with his own digital images. Kuiper has been using a photo of the Denver studio floor to paint, and then photograph her painting as a background for tabletop photography.”

on the dirt road straight from susanville to gerlach!

in the mobile art temple w josh, marco, and quick

2 random beautiful beloveds

josh in wings

me riding a cock

inside of temple

ladybug boy

jaqueline the super sweet love child from puerta vallearta

me and “blank page”

GEO

monkey chant


cabrina & dragon

the gold paint goddess


charlie & dragon

fireboy

the first and last flight of my teenage mutant ninja turtle kite, it found it’s home & I gifted it to these kids from oakland


roxy!

hicksy at camp

skyler!

the poohbearball that kicked my ass!

mmmmmmmmmm…amuse playing on the temple

front window of the mobile art temple


temple burn

I’m at burningman . There will be no reading group or sounding session this week.
have a wonderful wonderful
in light
dragonboy

Becoming more successful by the second
You have three thousand, four hundred and fifty one day dreams a day.
There is nothing significant in the number itself,
nor is there significance in the fact that your daily mental deliberations
are drenched with your own wet fantasyland.
I could oppose you in this sub-material dance, tell you the detriments of
flailing energy arms, but instead I just butt in every once in a while,
saying things like “can I take your plate,” or “Who does your tattoos?”.
I’m relinquishing any hope of salvation and feel thoroughly saved because of it.
My budget is small
but my capacity to be absorbed completely
within any circumstance is large, Extremely.
and the vehicle i’ve created to be able to be the word of God as it is spoken
was given to me for free.
can you taste it?
A table, set for two
a day dream with an overwhelmingly and unconditionally loving dictator named Carl,
who likes to play chess at the local cafes, and his lower lip tends to curl
when the match becomes intense.
My freedom is becoming threatened by my ability to daydream
I am a latch-Key kid with no home,
my hormones are red tidal waves
that love to break upon my black-sand beaches,
your shores are salty and sandy as well, except that your sand
is of a much finer consistency than mine,
but that doesn’t concern me much because i’ve always seen life
as if I were rotating on a ferris wheel,
things get bigger and smaller
according to my position on the wheel
sometimes I move toward them
sometimes I move away from them
and that’s just the way it is.
Beautiful
Succulent
Half Off!
Deliberate
Strange
Becoming more successful by the second

Chikoko presents a clothing sale, live model display, games, entertainment and day of fun on Sat. August 16th, 2008. Sale begins at 1 pm at the 24 Hr. Drive-By Gallery on 7th Street between Main and Broadway. A dunk tank, watermelon eating contest, bubble blowing contest, prizes and more will be available during the sale and live performances including music, poetry and fire dancing beginning at 8 pm. Family friendly and a lively time to shop for a new summer outfit or accessories created by Chico’s only textile and performance art collective, Chikoko.

she says to open my channel,
she tells me to open her being to the healing abilities of my mind.
her human age says nothing of her timeless trek
these books of flesh are bound to burn
written in the higher archives are heavens tales
the trembling touch you know exists
as your states provide the proof again and again
were i to accept the “birth live die” fate, my I, would be for naught,
but to taste the doorway into the circle,
the timeless nature of acceptance and expulsion
to see the beam shoot verily unto mine inner eye,
a knowing beyond knowing
the true nature of time
how the first word spoken still echoes in my inner ear
and each sound i add builds the castle spires higher…
there in the wind
can you hear?
here in my hand
do you see her crawling for life?
tourists taste the glory of their own essence
when surrounded by the sights of this.
arrows melt into the fruit of true remembrance.
close your eyes and listen.
open your heart
and give the gift
of your existence.