Mahaloness

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


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A piano score I made in 2009 called, ‘an imperfect offering’ I am by no means a pianist trained and or pro, however I like to sit down and play my moms piano whenever I ge the chance. 

I am a dreamer, an artist, a painter, a brother, a friend, a son,  an enemy, a colleague, a lover, a fighter, a human. I experience joy, I experience sorrow. I walk, I talk, I eat, I breathe, I live. I am a giver. I am a rebel. I am strong. I am weak. I am nature, I am a machine. I observe life, I paint from life, I make no bones about it. My intentions are pure, my art is unique. In a world where we settle for marginal and good enough, I aim to push through that and exceed my loftiest of dreams. Some have tried to stop me, some have tried to help me. I am lucky to have the kind of love and support to get me through the lows, the valleys. I am a complex, I am complexed. I am furious, I am joyous. I want to make a painting bigger than my feelings. I want to make art that tells a story, a continuation of stories, some my own, while others passed on to me. I am nobody, I am somebody. I am ego. I am sprit. I am changing, life is changing. I am growing, I am am shrinking. I see beauty. I see suffering. I see love. I see hate. I hear silence, I hear noise. I listen to you. I appreciate you. I love you. I fear you. There is no one label that I feel comfortable with in yet these are all things I am judged against. I am confused, frustrated, and bent out of shape. I am Zen like, at peace, sitting in silence. I am reasonable, rational, an intellect. I am irrational, I am abstract. I am emotional. I am sensitive, and even empathetic. I have no feelings, no emotion, I am a stone in a stream. I am closed, back in 5, ok I am good. I am nostalgic. I am sentimental, a product of the past. I am the future, the present, a friend when you need it. I am loyal, determined and even stubborn. I love the sky, the clouds, the moon. I am alone in my solitude. I am surrounded by love and joy. I am poor, I am rich, I am even, and off balance just a tick. I walk tall, I fall, I rise, and walk again. I am the voice in your head, the person behind the text. I am real, if only a dream, than real in a dream sense. I like to roam the streets at night. When the city sleeps I am in my studio. I’m not supposed to be living here all alone. I am supposed to rich and famous. I am not supposed to be living alone. I am supposed to be calling you. I am supposed to be feeling good. I am supposed to be running. I am supposed to be organizing. I am supposed to be giving you the time of day. I am not supposed to be feeling this way….so be it I really have no complaints… ( followed by a sad horn from a Mexican love song) 

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When I walk through my city I am often in awe of the growth this place has seen in the last 20 years. This is my home, it has been both good to me, and and it has been challenging as well. I am very connected to the land here, and the sky.  It’s colours spectrum a delight to the eye. I usually avoid the downtown if possible, mostly going for appointments and meetings. The other day I went for a walk into the core to change things up a bit. What did I see? Well, I saw this…

A painting I am currently working on. I have been intentionally making the subject become unrecognizable, not my usual kind of work however this painting is about something I think we can all relate to, it is the end of a feeling, the moving on from something, someone, and the degradation of that memory. It is not exactly easy subject matter however I want to paint and convey deeper emotions that are relatable to many of my fellow humans, and the subject matter however personal serves a higher purpose when it comes to dealing with sorrow and the human condition. 


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random 

Sometimes I think life is random. Some days I think it is destiny. Some will tell me it is fate. However I ended up in this life, I am here and maintaining the one thing I know, chop wood, fetch water. 

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These days I find myself in the studio working on my work, mostly in silence. The paint gods have been kind, and the flow steady and somewhat prolific. I appreciate the process to the utmost degree. My intentions are good, however it has come to my attention that it can be conflicted by the introduction of subjectivity. Why I paint and make art is no mystery, I love what I do and I only put love into my work. If my work brings up things in someone that they may not agree with, I can not do much to change this. My life is art, my art is life. 

hälts in a sentimental moment

hälts hybrid art ‘in between’

the studio in flux, looking at a recent abstract work, adding some last touches.

my painting ‘SLO’ c.2018 acrylic on canvas

notes from the underground

paint palette painting

potential future canvas….


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wordless


Now some words from hälts pictured above….

There is a metamorphosis going on, the acknowledgement of pain and suffering as part of the experience and acceptance of its weight. Strengthen spirit, forgiveness, honouring the work done in the passing cycle and arrival to new understanding. Rebirth of compassion while seeking the underlying truth, what lies underneath the veil and exposing the light within. Channeling inner rage and fierceness  into powerful works of art without hindrance, free from fear, expectation and result. Going deep, treating painting and art with the utmost respect and honouring the gift given. 
© hälts 2018 

All art here is my own made my me hälts and also a few collaborations with my foamie family down in southern Mexico. All images are not to be used by people who do not respect the message, if any of these images resonate with you please do use them as a screensaver, print a small poster, whatever you need to do, if there is a connection listen to it. Art is a bridge and and my purpose is to share my art with everyone. This is my New Years gift to you. Any questions please email me at mahaloness@gmail.com or leave a comment. Let’s make this world a better place this year and say goodbye to the things that haunt us so we can reach our true potential, together. Peace, prosperity and well being to you all. 


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thank you ❤️

It was a very peaceful end to a rather strange December. There were a few things went south for me which as it turns out was a blessing in disguise. Everything happens for a reason, and even if that’s not entirely true, that’s what I am going with at the moment. I had plans to do a year end best, however I think I am just going to regroup for the New Year and count my blessings. I rcently hit a wall and was for once without words, the dreaded writers block. Not one to back down I plan to work through it. That said my best ever blog was titled wordless, just pictures, I think I might experiment with that bit in the coming year. I am a visual person throug hand through however I do think writing is a great tool and when the strokes of genius come I will resume this blog, steadfast as it comes.  As it stands I am grateful for my family and the few true friends that I have in my life. I am grateful for my health and for the freedom to make art. I am optimistic for the year to come and look forward to more art and writing. I also truly appreciate those who follow my humble page and for the love and support, it does make a difference. I wish everyone a wonderful year ahead, I think we all deserve a good year!

For now here’s a new minimoiton I made with an original soundscape made form samples I recorded playing on my moms piano. 

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‘farside’ 🎥 hälts minimo BC with soundscape ‘9’ and featuring some footage gathered while in my second home, Windermere BC, Canada. 

mood

enter the village of Windermere

cedar wax wing convention, this moment made me smile to say the least.


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the fire 

I held her in my arms

We spun in dance 

Lost in the rhythm of a string 

and a piano chord 

Together on the ground 

spinning

Bathed in each other’s beauty 

 Two embers in a fire

burning for an eternity. 

🎥 minimoiton 

‘spinning’ 🌍 Nuevo hälts minimotion with soundscape ‘maple syrup on pancakes’ featuring a bunch of different segments working on a very special painting, one close to my heart. 


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We only get this one. 

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The following three images demonstrate how I use my drawing and paper cut outs to get composition, I do use modern technology as well but this method is tried, true and tested. 

just the ever so slightest adjustment to the garment

At this stage I am respecting my first marks made, before I continue on with the work. This is the stage where my brain switches to 3-D as I bring the subject to life. I will trust my drawings but also let the paint show me what’s possible. 

hälts painting ‘SLO’ and his new WIP chilling in the main room

Sometimes things go bassackwards, that’s alright, I appreciate you to the utmost degree. 

hälts hybrid art which features a watercolour called Oaxacan spirit, made in the mysterious land of southern Mexico, this is what I would call a spirit document.


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soul ritual 

I have often wondered what is the soul of human. Is soul a shared spirit that transects in all directions, mutual to all species, planets, and the universe. Or is soul an individual experience, something within, which occasionally meets another soul that has similar soulness, if you will. Sometimes you just have to make up words. Is their even a soul? I can think of a few individuals who seem soulless however I am going to leave that up to your own imagination. It has been my impression that the art I make has a soul. In many ways I have been extremely protective of it. In a predominately soulless art world which includes commercial art (galleries, ad agencies, public art), all of which I have experience with, my observations have been that they rarely scratch beneath the surface of their own superficiality, where plasticity rules and imitation is applauded. It is no wonder that art as we have known it for hundreds of thousands of years has been stripped of its dignity and sophistication. Instead it is reduced to condensed soup, selling things to people they don’t really need, and making a few very rich people in the process. It’s all about the next publicity stunt that will help that artist(s)/ agency rise to the upper echalants of the boogie, which might be considered an art in itself, however I think history shows time and time again it often misses the soul part. There are a some rare exceptions no doubt but every compromise has its toll on the soul. So with that said lets move into a Paul Bowles quote from ‘The Sheltering Sky’, shall we. 

That night he awoke sobbing. His being was a well a thousand miles deep; he rose from the lower regions with a sense of infinite sadness and repose, but with no memory of any dream save the faceless voice that whispered “the soul is the weariest part of the body”.

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Currently in the studio….

a feather from my cap on my palette board which will also turn into art, nothing wasted.

colour therapy

a gesture to the experience

hälts hybrid art, do city buildings have a soul purpose?


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art makes it a better place 

‘howl moon’ 🎥 new hälts minimotion featuring a couple current wolf paintings at various stages, a moon from the hälts watercolour collection, and joshy my little buddhy oh and a little intro mis en scene to set the mood 🌞 soundscape ‘night blue’ 

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I have been on a long and slow creative cycle. Only now am I starting to see the efforts of my work. Despite my doubt that hangs like an ominous cloud in my mind’s eye, I continue to go forward with the work, courageous, perhaps even stubborn, possibly even foolish. The other night I put together a portion of my work in one room and just sat with it. I had not done this for sometime, mostly due to the fact that I have been so immersed in my work. It just never dawned on me to step back, which Picasso thought was the last thing an artist should do before completion of the work. At this point I only have a sense that I am not quite done what I set out to do. As it stands I have few more paintings to complete, and I am just beginning to entertain the idea of a show, or shows in the not so distant future. When I look at my work up against the wall I think of all those lonely hours toiling away in the studio, just me and my paints, and brushes. Painting has been my companion for a good long while. It has been a bridge to so many wonderful experiences inside and outside of the studio. When it’s my time I will have no regrets for the time and the sacrifices I made to make this art possible. I have faced rejection, I have faced vandalism on some of my street art work in the past year, and yet the universe has responsed with more opportunities to create and continue the work. It’s a delicate balancing act between doing what I want to do without compromising my integrity, and surviving in the real world. The later one eats your dreams and aspirations, with no remorse. I don’t know what the right way is, I don’t claim to be an expert, a guru, a master, or any of those things, I am as human who happens to be a painter artist. I know that I will die one day. This gives me incentive to make the most of my time, and put my energy towards things I think make this world a brighter place. I have also the support of my fiends and family, which makes all the difference in the world. When I paint I often dedicate my sesshins to people out there in the world, and with intention send them good thoughts, good energy and perhaps tap into an ancient form of communication that out modern civilization has forgotten how to use. I used to think Art was a selfish act, however it is the sharing and making connections with people through art that shatters any notion of it being simply for myself and my own ambitions. I am a champion for human imagination, and using all of our gifts including creativity and art to make this world a better place. 

I have my apprehensions when it comes to social media, I try to use it as a tool and not get too lost in its smoke and mirrors.

the spoils 🌞 hälts hybrid art


a new watercolour WIP yet to be titled.

‘tonight’s sesh goes out to all the hard work’ 🐇 hälts studio always in flux, where the work goes down, and around, full circle, one paint stroke at a time ❤️ I am continuing to send the Aloha to Timmy