Mahaloness

Contemporary artist specializing in full spectrum painting, mural, animation and digital hybrid art.


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nirodha

Let’s set the tone with a hälts minimotion, motion picture experiments and quirky soundscapes, this one I did play on the accordion that I found buried in a closet, resurrected and definitely not perfected.

The end is near, it is always near, omnipresent although never quite certain exactly where it is, or when it will be. It cannot be denied, nor can be it be undone. Perhaps I have been on its precipice without knowing, however I have always thought it is not my time. Time is precious. the end has an ally, for time cannot be regained, once past, it is gone. Still though there is a lingering feeling, a feeling of loss, and sentimentality. Like a ghost it is there yet unseen. Can one even see a feeling? I have heard from wise ones that there are certain memories that never go away, but perhaps they get more bearable with time.

nirodha (cessation, ending) of this dukkha can be attained by eliminating all “craving, desire, and attachment” [7][8]    -Wikipedia guru

Now a lot of pictures of flowers taken in my moms garden, hard work is her secret weapon. I do believe a garden painting is highly probable. Currently I am still trying to make sense of the confusion, and where to go from here. I don’t believe in moving forward, it solves nothing, and is nothing more than another form of ignorance. There is only the present moment, the rest is a game, a theatre, a web of confusion. I am curious what would happen if we averaged out all the opinions on Earth, what would the outcome be? And really random, but perhaps still fitting, I wonder if a computer or AI took over, or has it already….would it have a preference for a certain philosophy, religion, movement, or would it find an average of all and create some kind of super power philosophy/religion that no human could debunk, or argue with, and opinions would just slip off its surface. Where do opinions originate from? So may questions so little time left, for the end is nigh, but is it? Even the thought of writing an ending is tough task…an ending to someone is a beginning to someone else. And as the Kurt Vonnegut epitaph goes, ‘So it goes’. (Slaughterhouse-Five)

 


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hi, how are you?

Currently I don’t have a whole lot of words. I am working on a variety of moving visual content and practicing mindfulness in the elders garden. Been reading a lot, mostly about peregrine falcons and a book on fear. There seems to be a bounty of fear, as if it was in vogue. Fear not, let the the river flow. Fear not, let the blame drift away with the current. Do stop and smell the flowers, observe nature, listen, don’t correct, let it flow, let life be life. I really don’t know the secret to life. I understand that there is suffering in the world. This comes in a variety of forms and shapes. There is an origin of the attachment to suffering. By letting go to attachment, ie. old ways of doing things, flowers that are in the decline, we can end the suffering. And we also have art and a phenomenal ability to overcome even the most difficult of times.

IMG_2001Side Note: I am no different than anyone else, yet different. I fear that we and our planet would not do well if we were to return to the way of doing things pre pandemic. So I train my mind to see through the fear. What will the effects of the pandemic have on our psyche? Our spirit? Our hearts? Our way of being? I do wonder…Do we have the patience and resiliency to try and fix it. We have hope. We have dreams. We have ambition. We have Love. If we let fear and hate take over we already know where that will be going, and do we truly as a species, as brothers, sisters, and kin…. do we really want to go there? I don’t know the answers but I do know I will be spending time in the garden with the plants, listening and observing the planet, and with my brothers and sister in my heart and mind.

flora

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minimotion time

footage gathered in BC, in my own backyard, while care giving for the elders, and as it turns out, the birds. I went a little experimental with the soundscape which features an accordion I dug out of the wood work,  along with my mom telling me a story.