About Joshua

About Me: Igniting Your Creative Wild
About Me: Igniting Your Creative Wild
Hola you—yes, you, the conscious creator reading this.

After decades in the entertainment whirlwind, I’ve landed somewhere electric: the raw, untamed power of aligning your creative process with nature’s pulse. I’m just scratching the surface, and I’m burning to pull you into this fire with me.

I’m forged from Air and Fire—breath and blaze—and my gift is to invite the ignite.

Imagine this: your art, your soul, lit up from inside, fueled by the seasons—Spring’s bloom, Summer’s heat, Fall’s harvest, Winter’s hush—or the elements—Fire’s spark, Air’s lift, Water’s flow, Earth’s roots. This isn’t just process; it’s potency. It’s you, unshackled, creating in harmony with the wild real world, watching your life, your work, and the ripple around you explode with depth and sustained by experience;

As an actor, writer, and director, I would chant “Process Over Results”—a quiet rebellion against the grind. But here’s the truth I’ve lived: Process Brings Results. Through every messy, beautiful phase, I’ve seen it—conscious creation cracks open doors you didn’t know existed. It’s not theory; it’s fire in my bones, and I’m here to share it with you—practices, sparks, inspirations, revelations—to expand your edges, flood you with boundless energy, and make your creativity a force of nature.

You’re not just welcome here—you belong. This is your hearth, your wildwood, stocked with fresh, organic inspiration—harvested for you. Come back often; let’s grow this together. I’m living in the land of AND—abundance, audacity, awe—and I’m calling you to the County of Bounty. Let’s ignite something unstoppable—your art deserves it.

And, so do you.

About Me: Igniting Your Creative Wild
The Work and My Origins: A Call to the Creative Crucible
The Work and My Origins: A Call to the Creative Crucible
So there I was - sprawled out in my air-conditioned dressing room at CBS Studios, Beverly and Fairfax, waiting to shoot my one scene as a waiter on a TV gig. Over 10 years of acting training at prestigious schools - and inspired by titans like Peter Brook, Jerzy Grotowski, Michael Chekhov, and hands-on with legends like George Shdanoff, Yoshi Oida, Jeffrey Tambor—distilled into a single line. But the real magic? The breathing. Alone, between takes, I would go back to my dressing room and go deep into pranayama—each inhale a fire, each exhale a release. That’s where my craft caught blaze, and it’s the foundation of how I am here for you.

I’ve danced through entertainment’s wilds most of my life—TV shows you’ve seen, music videos that garnered awards, commercials that flashed, intimate Hollywood stages that hummed. Then came the plunge—esoteric waters where storytelling turned ritual. I chased the Shaman’s drum, the Yogi’s breath, the Alchemist’s gold, drinking deep from Yogi Bhajan, Swami Rama, Osho, Gurdjieff, and Brook’s well. These weren’t detours; they were threads stitching my actor’s heart, writer’s pen, and director’s eye into something new: a Nature-Based Approach to the Creative Process.

I’m Air and Fire—breath and blaze—and my soul sings to invite the ignite. I poured this into scripts, plays, short films, one-person shows—coaching, directing, refining. I carried it to retreat centers up the West Coast, across Hawaii’s shores, sharing it with conscious creators like you. And this will work for you, the medium doesn’t matter, your process does. Conjuring, crafting, rewriting, rehearsing, editing, sharing—it’s a dance with nature’s seasons, her elements: Fire’s spark, Air’s lift, Water’s flow, Earth’s roots. These constants cradle and sustain you, always.

This is alchemy—wild, raw, yours. Thrust your project—your dreams—into the crucible. Burn away the dross, refine it till it gleams, shape it into gold. But here’s the kicker: you are in there too. We creators step into that fire, defining, redefining, merging with our art. Your work carves you as you carve it—a ceaseless, living stream. That day in the dressing room, breathing between takes, I felt it: process isn’t just practice—it’s power.

This Nature-Based Approach transforms—for you, the artist, the cultural creative, the soul craving more. It’s a circle, a return to nature’s playground, where every breath fans the flame.

Your art, you, and those who witness it—we all shift. That’s my daily chase, my dare to you. Step into the Land of AND—abundance, audacity, alchemy—in the County of Bounty, a space not on any map but alive in your bones.

Let’s ignite it together—your process, your gold, your wild awaits.

The Work and My Origins: A Call to the Creative Crucible
w H o a M i ?
w H o a M i ?
a Quest -tion - sPeaking the spARK—for YOu, creative wildling,

and yoU, human heart thumping through this life.

PastPresentFuture—ha! As if time cares.

Let’s dive in—messy, raw, ME—and YOU too.

I AM

Los Angeles vibin’
Culinary Alchemist
Breath addict (oh, we’ll spiral there soon)
Cacao —heirloom beans only (more on that deliciousness later)
G e m i n i—air whips through my veins
I AM that I AM
Healing arts weaver
Bliss-rider
Human BE-ing + BE-coming (buckle up)
Once, it was all—ALL—about the Gig!

Mas Gigs! Lights! Action!

Theatre stages—sweaty and alive,

Film frames flickering,

TV shows humming,

Commercial Wink$ —

Performance art pirouettes, circus flips, avant-garde roars.

A creative tornado, me at the eye.

Grew up—well, survived— 35 miles east of LA’s pulse, 15 miles north of Mickey Mouse’s kingdom,

Whittier, CA— certified suburban blah. Far from everything but close to nothing. A real - nowhere-ville of lawnmowers and lost dreams. Stuffed into a 3-bed, 2-bath cages for the American Lie. Me? 70 plus pounds too heavy, Stuttering under leering stares of adults.The last-pick loser in kickball and tether-ball hell. Classmates jeered my black cashmere overcoat cloak. Now I see it was my oversized armor for my softness. Cruel? Sure. But it forged me. My dark and loathing humor was sharp as a blade, My uniqueness was my unyielding and rebel yell.

Pain carved humor— Oddity birthed me.
High school shifted—

Theatre & Dance,

My OXygen , my tribe, Real talks, real souls—

History-Science-English?

Yawn, gone with diploma in hand—

Hollywood called,

And I ran.

USC BFA lit the fuse—

Then shows, gigs, training—

Actor unleashed.

But wait—outside the limelight?

I’m simple, LOVE:

C A C A O—

First fresh pod plucked in Hawaii—

Fresh, wet, divine—

A food group of its own,

Love at first bite.

B R E A T H—

Yogic pranayama,

Air weaving life—

Gemini’s breeze,

My heartbeat turning to life’s thread

Then—the Esoteric plunge—

A l c h e m y

Y o g a

T a n t r a

Z e n

Stars—numbers—cards—

Human Design whirls,

Phenomenology hums—

I LOVE IT ALL & I glow

No rules, just roads—

Twisting into my art,

Revealing this—

The NOW of me.

Why this fire?

Blame the mix—

Dad: Bronx PhD, numbers king,

Mom: Panama’s Song Bird turn Opera

Full moon birthing me by the Potomac—

Fire & Air intertwined.

Dots connect,

Sparks fly.

Human BE-coming—

We’re in this together,

Co-creators,

Ripples of you,

Echoes of me—

A good vibe sparking the next.

Who am I becoming?

The one I was BORN to be—

Feeding the one you want to grow - Your creative blaze,

All stripes, all dreams—

No hesitation,

No bounds—

Boundless Creative Flow.

That’s me—

In this wild world—

Sweet,

Charming,

Me.

And you?

Come play—

Let’s Invite the Ignite

w H o a M i ?

Winning Awards