Mahaloness

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


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Oh how fall pervades thee senses.

It is fall in this part of the world. Summer a near distant memory, the fruits of its warm summer glow turning red, orange, and golden yellow. Lost in the silence of her song, thoughts wilt, in heart I remain. Remember me, if only fleeting, let me seduce you with my colours, my smells. For you will miss me when winter rings the bell.

The foto gallery consist of images from my moms garden, Molly’s secret garden where the giant sunflowers grow.

And now a video I recently made following the completion of a mini mural installation of a baby bear. After much contemplation and rediscovery of self, I am excited to return to sharing story through motion and sound. This will be followed by a short film simply called, ‘fall’. Thank you for patience, and as always keep up the good work, and be well.

‘halts on art’

A short documentary of hälts sharing insights on art, connectivity, bears, and a possible vaccine for being pissed off. He adds that Nature is also very good for the soul, it reminds us we are little and also part of something wonderful. Thank you for viewing. Baby bear mural motion picture coming soon.

‘fall’

A day of fall in a short film Wirth soundscape ‘the sunflower’s lament’ which includes some accordion bytes, perhaps th hardest instrument ever to play.

The baby bear mural is dedicated to my family, as well as Gord and Sam, and their new little one, Levi.


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eyes open

Does art create the landscape, or does the landscape create the art? I woke up to this thought after a dream that was more real than real. Maybe it was the day before and seeing a loved one go into a completely vulnerable and helpless state. Maybe it is the confusion of the world, and the deterioration of humanity looming overhead as a giant mass of grey and gloom. However I remain aware that the behind the grey, the sky is blue, and the sun is shining. Life moves in ripples, waves travelling from far off places, some predictable, while others catching me by surprise. I know that I can’t always get the words right, to describe what’s happening, to make sense of a landscape that vanishes under a thick veil of fog. A kingfisher creates loud short shrieking sounds that wake me up to the moment, no mind, nothing; halfway. The fog lifts and the landscape appears, the same as what I remember, but different from the last moment it was visible. Resembling a loved one, the same person I have known my whole life, yet different from the day before, and the the day before that. Seasons change. People change, same spirit, life goes on. I look far into distance, the more I see the more I don’t see. I imagine all the people who are seeing what I am seeing, feeling what I am feeling. Do they see the same clouds, and the crack of light that breaks the horizon? I say to myself, the sun will shine again, the creation of the landscape of what’s to come. Mother Earth shows me the way, the fog dissipates, the child within smiles bright, the shadows in my head disappear, half way.

Thank for reading, it has been a bit since getting the chance to sit and write. Perhaps this is a new chapter, new ideas, new thoughts, and opening up of the vault kept private and protected. I may not have all the right words, they’ll come, slowly, and patiently. 

And now a minicine (mini cinema, which is longer versions of my minimotions, which are one minute in length) It is titled ‘water bombers’ with soundscape ‘hälts first day on the accordian’. I am happy to say I will be increasing my production value, which includes sound, creating title sequences and so on, this gets my fire going, winter will not bee boring. Ands now, water bombers…

There was a man who was a restless spirit. A Nomad travelling in sync with the landscape’s song.

fotoMahaloness

fog dissipating
soaring
windsurfer

In the garden…

the last rose
at night
the last queen

In the garage make shift art studio.

winter prep
a collaboration between myself and my mom
recently I picked up my painting SLO, back to work I will go….

Outside explarations…

landscape
creating in landscape, but who makes who?