Chedda & POMES


especially pungent and ripe
the taste of her smiling heart
on billowing blazing screen
of my minds inner eye.
to be inside of every motion
to know
the struggling, burning desire
is all, because of love.
to remember
and find you here
before my ever expanding heart.
to listen to your whispers through my inhales and exhales
this is intimacy, this is your gift to me,
a dream come true.
she sails the seven seas and dreams the fire of light
into intrinsic awareness,
resisting urges to neglect the limitless channels of her abundant body I stand.
She smiles
and I capsize into her salty turbulence
i test, but misjudge the depths
gasping, frantically, frog kicking my way
to supossed safety  up and up I climb to pierce her liquid skin
and am instantly engulfed in the warmth of fathers beaming brilliant gaze.
she holds me
I float
I float and breathe
I float and breathe and listen
I listen deeply to the chorus of her underwater wisdom
churned up through the orififices of every living being that swims and moves and flows through her loving surging mass.
a blank canvas
two days to finish everything
two days to soak up boundless rights of passage
two days to entertain notions of the vastness of the interwoven
networks that most humans refer to as “things I have to do”,
scribbling TO DO lists of indifference, simply to guide the limitless
into smaller and smaller bits
which allow the tiniest spark,
but brilliant are the twinkles of each item checked.
a TO DO list to test the methods of my own mind.

1.digest food with care, paying close attention to the delicious intricacies and textures of her very essence
2. directly acknowledge and appreciate the ability to see the light AND the shadow
and to honor both, and to offer your life in service to this unfolding transaction
3. keep checking…and checking…and checking

and keep honoring the ability, the right to bear
arm loads of purple and pink pillows of such lushness
you puke from the over the top cuteness.

he sees a very large spider
he stops writing and grabs his empty water cup that sits next to his bed
he gently coaxes her into the vessel
and deposits her outside the back door.
I am for an art that makes your insides smile
I am for an art that changes its name to you and me, an art whose appetite
is so large we are all swallowed alive and instantly reborn as professional alien dune buggy drivers.

I am for an art who never has and never will post to my timeline,
but who I know loves me anyways.


Her passages
Transmit thisness
To all who’s hearts are wide enough opened to hear.
Her cadence, by the minds standards is slow,
the depth of her perception is vast, holding the entirety in it’s gaze.
An act existing beyond time.
To comprehend
one must sit.
One must see all parts
By themselves AND as part of a continuum.

A TANTRIC tale so vast it has no beginning
No end
Only chapters of constant remembrance
Enlightening deliverance.

SHE stands tall as tower
SHE wears the garment of truth.
You long touch it, to tug at it
Your eyes wide, wet, baby like.
You gaze in wonder.
Her immaculate whispers buzzing
In your loving longing lobes.


Be still
And listen.


adventures in dragonland

Aarish's own version of hopscotch (which incidentally only he knows how to play, and always wins at)

this past weekend was chikokos spring bizarre bazar, and hank, my number one patron made this patch, which is AWESOME!!! impo


This crazy bug was chillin in our bathrooom the other night. Its REALLY REALLY REALLY BIG! anyone know what it is? it seems to me like a cross between a silverfish a centipede and a daddy long legs...

sarah unites with one of the new members "loyal" of the "dream team", a collaboritve venture between me and charles.

eenie meenie miney mo...

michael shaw unites forces with the very first dream team member prince "paco nightengale"

a shot from my office space on vallombrosa



1078 Gallery Members Show 31st Invitational
April 26 – May 12, 2012
Reception and 31st Birthday Celebration
Saturday, April 28, 5-7pm
Music by Ellen Akimoto, Sandi Escobar, Christian Marquez + Paul Wellin

Please send a brief description (title, medium, and size) of the piece you plan to submit to Please include “members show submission” in the subject line. All categories welcome: wall, sculpture, installation, and performance. All current or renewal member submissions accepted. You may join or renew at the time of submission. Only one submission per member.

DROP OFF: April 22 + 23, 12:30-5:30pm
PICK UP: May 12, right at 5:30pm or + May 13, 10am-2pm

Gods New Navy @ the RAYRAY gallery DEC 2011

This body of work is dedicated to Beverly Hanna, who was an “Official U.S. Navy photographer” from the early 1940s to the late 1950s. The b/w photographs displayed on the wall were taken by her. I feel a kinship with her, we were/are both dedicated to capturing the beauty of an army, and, as the photograph of her person suggests, we are both children of the dragon empress.
This floating army is also a tribute to the man Jesus, who embodied and expounded upon the reality of the Cosmic Christ during his immaculate earthly incarnation. To be quite honest my artwork is always about Jesus. As an artist, but more importantly as a disciple of my own soul, it is my task to relate what it means to “pick up your cross and carry it” as a daily practice. The symbol of the cross is one of the oldest in existence. One of it’s representations is the marriage of matter (mother) & spirit (father) with us, as the sons of God, standing in the middle. And, as Jesus taught, through the power of the Cosmic Christ, we have the capacity to comprehend our origin and awaken to the significance of our role within this mystery called life.
These ships are representatives of an army of the divine, each is an altar, an object of meditation, who’s power can transform how we perceive the world and our place in it. They are made of toys and mundane objects for a reason. They are all soldiers for truth in the army of the dragon empress.



Dragonboy 56, 3/27/10, Chico CA
I met Jesus in person,
he was sitting at the Tin Roof Bakery eating a croissant, he says they have the best croissants in chico.
He was just there. I didn’t know who he was, I said hey, he said “hi”,
my names dragonboy, he smiled “i know”, he said
“Oh, have i met you before or something?”
“No” he said, “I’m Jesus”
“oh cool”, I said kind of laughing…” that’s a great name.”
“No” he said” I AM Jesus, the one who that book was written about.”
“hmmmmm”… I said suspiciously. “well alright…Your jesus”
do you have any words of wisdom jesus?