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

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virtual walk through

Virtual exploration, it is interesting that something so new relies on the old.

20140108-142855.jpgQuietly the road slithers into the forest.

20140108-144143.jpgtrust in the path less travelled.

20140108-144354.jpgyou never know what you will run into. (a painting called buddhabear, painted following a grizzly encounter)

20140108-144555.jpgprints available here

sometimes my passion pushes the limits of my tools, and they need to take a seat. (foto archive from a 3 month art exploration, painting a school bus in 3-D)20140108-145312.jpg

love company. (foto archive body painting by me, Mahaloness, public art healing sesshin.)20140108-145633.jpgI work with compassion in mind, it has become a theme in my paintings, it is also something I am constantly working at bringing into my day to day.


accept the path you walk20140108-151225.jpg



I am an artist. It is my life. I am a dreamer, it feeds my art. I have been at times ridiculed by friends and family for my choice of role, I did not choose it, it came to me in a dream. I recently came across and young ladies blog, or should I say young adult, I read a few of her entries, one on dreams, and the other an entry about her 18th birthday. There were a lot of similarities in her story that immediately clicked with my own journey, on this planet, Earth. Over the years of making art, following my dream, or being in it, I have felt moments when I was discouraged. I have spent the bulk of my thirties making art, it has been my best friend, my girlfriend, my enemy and on occasion a total and utter nightmare. I am one who listens to dreams, because like Carl Jung discovered, dreams are filled with symbols, innate knowledge, call it wisdom, that has been passed on by our predecessors. I have made it part of my process to research these symbols, to listen to my dreams, and to listen to others dreams and than document them in my art. There are too many parallels to be ignorant of the fact that dreams are as important, if not more important, than waking life. When I look at my friends and family, who in most cases did not choose to listen, or follow their dreams, and who find it hard to appreciate that I am and always have, I wonder, why? This can make for a difficult path, one where I find myself continuously inundated by ridicule, ignorance and in some cases jealousy. I have been taken advantage of, case in point my magic bus, Big Hau. For the record my path choice or my intention to be ‘in it’ has never once been one of malevolence, nor has it been one of making others jealous, quite the contrary. I feel that I was put on Earth to do what I do which is to make art, as frustrating as it can be at times, and don’t even get me started about the politics of the artworld or people’s inability or fear of opening up and letting an artist, such as myself, take them on a journey, that is my JOB, remember. I know that artists before me took their role as artist quite seriously, and not in a way that means they payed their bills on time, climbed the ladder of success, drove the newest Ferrari, or even behaved as adults, no, these individuals felt the responsibility of the artist was to create a reality that is somewhat invisible, or at least a world that most don’t see because they are caught up, either in themselves, and their misery, or they are chasing what they think is a dream, when in reality it is an illusionary dream that was told to them and undiscovered by themselves. In short, they stopped listening to themselves. This might seem heavy, but the fact is most people, and even some so called artists, have completely ignored the fact that there are some people, though not many, who are or were dreamers, and who made their dreams a reality, and some to the highest of levels. Martin Luther King rings a bell, as does Salvador Dali, Frida Kahlo, and Mark Rothko, William Blake, to name a few. These artists walked a path few would take, let alone could they even imagine it, and probably because they were just unable to, because it takes a special type of person to do so, and hence the role of the artist, and I will goes a far as to say modern day shaman. It is in my opinion not something to be dismissed. When I paint I do not paint wallpaper, I paint dreams, imagination and ethereal dreamtime astral mentalverses, a lot of words and I’ll let you disseminate what it means. I have attached some works of recent years that are in the ballpark of this entry and my words. To all the dreamers out there, keep dreaming, and bring those dreams into fruition, nearly every inventor and interesting trail blazing pioneer managed to make some incredible marks on this planet, some completely off the hook, and in those cases usually ostracized by friends, family and peers. The transition from child to young adult to adult does not have to be a story that is ore determined, fate if you will, I hope there are more dreams to come and I will add I hope to bare witness to those dreams becoming a reality, well, that would make my existence.
Also a link to a blogger named clmkiller!
FotoMahaloness Dreamtime work, I have decided it to provide titles, I will write about these works when the time is right and will include the titles and all of that fun stuff. Mahaloness and dream on.