Mahaloness

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


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random thoughts

I often think of myself as strange. I observe the people coming into my life, and the people going. I practice being in the moment because the past is done, and the future is zombies, neither one defining me, nor who I am. I have been practicing the art of presence, Being present, opening up, not so much an open book, more open to the little things that remind me that I am here, loved, and loving. For instance my little rabbit friend, Hectar, who does not judge me, nor shoot projections my way, he is just Hectar, he feels safe and trusts me, day in, day out, a constant reminder that love has no bounds, it does not change, even if everything else does when time has it’s way.

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My freedom is my art, my art is my heart and soul.

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Art stops me dead in my tracks. (painting: the radiant dali on cardboard from art deliveries, full circle. 

Now a hält minimotion featuring BC and stages of some watercolours I have been working on last couple weeks.

‘​Bee to a Flower’

​Painting is….my life, my heart, my spirit.

Life colours our hearts. I do what I can, sometimes it doesn’t seem like enough. Sometimes I take a walk to ease the anxiety that chases me down, looking up top the sky, it’s soft colour palette gentles the mind. I do what I can to make the memories fade, the ones that broke my spirit, hurt my heart and left me in shame. Slowly it fades, the river flows by, a bird effortlessly glides and a friend chases a friend on a Lime down the lane.

my new website for the curious haltsart.com


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nothing more nothing less 

What is the solution? Do we just conform? Do we just obey and comply?  What is going to bring us to a balance? Is there enough time to turn things around? Do things need to be turned around? Are we so far gone that we have just given up? Are we so corrupted that we just can’t even begin  to come clean? Are we so blind that we cannot even see? Is it an illusion? Does it matter? Do I stay? Do I go? Do I be present? Do I watch and do nothing? Do I listen? Am I here? Is this happening? What can I do? Should I just be? Why are we not listening? Why do we argue? Why do we fight? Why do we kill? Is alcohol the answer? Is gambling making a difference? Is anything worth fighting for, winning? I try to understand, I try to be patient, I try to be quiet, so I can listen. What do I hear? What do I see? I can’t make any sense of it. I don’t see the point. I only see that it’s tearing us apart. Are we are all in the same boat, hurtling through an infinite space of misery? Wait. I must listen to my heart, what remains of it, under the scars. 

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tonight’s paint sesshin ‘painting for wounded earth’ a watercolour that depicts Windermere BC, looking out to the eagle’s nest.

another metaphor

when I go to the desert this will be my way.


A portrait I have wanted to paint over but can’t find it in my heart to do so…Appreciation moment 

My mom painted these sometime in the 70’s, she showed me them just recently, made my day, art has that power to do that when it’s made with meaningfulness, even if you may not know it at the time you paint it, if that makes sense. 


A Note: No I do not use grammar apps, they suck, they suck the life right out of writing, and make us as uniform as wonder bread, which is not my cup of tea. 

THEY DO LIVE!


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Landscape 

Gratitude, love and respect flow through my brush, onto a piece of paper, so the story goes for this painter man. Softening the effects of life’s edge, and silencing the battle between good and evil. I try to be strong, sometimes it feels like a losing cause, this the doing of the doubting mind playing tricks on me. Truth be told, in the depth of my being, lives the real truth, the only truth, and that is, it is just as it is supposed to be, I am fine, golden, and genuine.  For many years I thought sadness has followed me, and for the longest time I could not find, the reason, the root, the cause, only false leads and unintentional misdeeds, testing the unconditional love of family and loved ones. Some left, they tried their best, my love no less, and so it goes for this painter man. What lies ahead, I cannot express, for this I do not know. Just know that the light will shine, and I will continue on, in grace, with dignity, and in honour of the ones who gave their lives to the greater meaning. 

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‘the simple things’ 

A hälts minimoiton with soundscape ‘right hand left hand’ featuring nothing other than life itself. The watercolour landscape painting titled  ‘A painting for wounded Earth’ is of a special place in my heart along the banks of the mighty Columbia River, Windermere BC, Canada. I am currently on a watercolour and landscape trend, when Nature speaks I have learned to listen, if you know what I mean. It must be said that the subject matter may change however the heart and soul that goes into my work is unchanging, timeless, unbound, and universal. 

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Painting for Wounded Planet

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Freedom 

Yes it’s true I have endured and turned bullshit into a flourishing garden….as I continue to walk this planet I do so with dignity and with grace, thank you for all of it, for it makes me the beautiful human that I am.

I once heard it’s easier to forgive an enemy than it is to forgive a friend and loved one. Is it not harder to pretend that it doesn’t hurt you, in your so called silence, to turn your back on someone you once cared for, it causes hurt as much as a bomb causes hurt, forgive, goddammit forgive, get over your lofty ideals of how someone should be or how they should act, or how you think things should be, you don’t have it figured out, no one does, this is not love, this is not grace, to cause division is to cause further suffering, and it will continue because you want it to, you want it linger, to prove your point, to prove to yourself you are right, you aren’t, it’s not even an argument, it’s a fact. 

(Painting: the green Tara by hälts) 

Freedom 

Freedom?


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Red

 A hälts minimotion featruing the annals of hälts art history reflecting my humanity and a little bit about my process. It features a layering of clips including my moms rose garden, a bc eagle in its natural habitat, hälts painting a mural, and a layer of ritual. There is a metaphor or three in there. 

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Dedicated to my Mom and Dad for they are amazing. 


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Time 

There is but a bitter sweet taste 

that lingers on

cycling trivialities 

to distract what’s real 

corrupt love and friendship

leaving a path of senseless destruction 

to the one who I loved 

but could not love

I forgive you 

and so 

Off I go

down these city sidewalks 

whose sparkle has been lost

some time ago. 

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the hälts black and white archive treasure trove documenting the passage of time however timeless in that they bring me directly back to that very moment.  


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BC summer interlude 

First of all I am a little shy sometimes, or I just don’t like the lime light and don’t always see the need to show you my face. I would rather show you through pictures a little bit about me, and the things that brings joy to my life. I am no different than any other living being on this planet, I have my good days and my bad days. I live in duality, aware of a mind that goes back and forth between past and future. I often go to Nautre to be present, away from modern desitractions, and the hustle and bustle that seems to fill my time. So without too much further adieu here is a little prelude to my true story in pictures.

I went up a road and found some wild raspberries on a steep shoulder…I nearly fell. Scored a few raspberries, no need to take them all…gotta leave some for the fury friends after all. I managed to inherit a tick, thankfully discovered before it buried it’s head into me. I then went to a fresh water spring and filled 2 vessels full. I walked up the road to let some steam go and gave thanks to this gift of life. 


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my personal favourite however I love all animals equally

The hälts art pop shop at the Invermere Farmers’s and Artist’s Market, I predict this will happen again.

every rose has it’s thorns, aware of this act gently, and you will experience it’s beauty. (foto: my mom tending to her rose bush)

Summer Interlude minimotion 

‘true story’

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Thank you to Mother Earth, to my mom and dad and to my sister, and sisters, and all my brothers and sisters from other mothers. 

Recently I did a wild style watercolour/stencil art ‘choose your own adventure’ workshop at Black Star Studios in Invermere BC. I made a gazillion stencils and passed on some of my knowledge and experience of both techniques to a very enthusiastic and receptive group of individuals. Here are some pictures of that experience, which I predict will happen again this summer, it’s in the works. 

background to the photo above, preparing for the workshop however nothing could have prepared me for the warm reception and stoke that filled that room for 2.5 hours, holy cow, let’s do it again!