Mahaloness

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


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Buddhabear

Title: Buddhabear
Size: 18 x 24 x 2 inches.
Medium: acrylic
Made: 2012

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What was the inspiration?

One early morning I found myself sitting on the edge of a creek, in pristine forest, with a friend, staring into the eyes of a Grizzly bear. This following what had been for me a 3 day paint exploration. Hold on! So….what exactly is a paint exploration? Well, it begins with a friend named Bruce. He figured I might like this electronica festival near Boston Bar, British Columbia, Canada. It was my first time to this particular festival. The place is a real gem. Misty mornings, warm sunny days and mountains flanked by thick forest, pristine for a city slicker, beautiful air to breathe, and Earth to feel. Three days no sleep, art experiment, social experiment, in a public situation. We arrived on a Thursday night, I set my paint kit aside and leaned a fresh gessoed board against a tree, a real easel if you know what I mean, living. The trees seemed happy. I was happy. I made some preliminary marks, the exploration was about to commence, full surrender to the creative process. What this means is you give up fear. Fear that you wont know what to paint, fear of what people will think, fear of cold, fear of going hungry, fear. Following a celebratory night cap my lids grew heavy as the forest lullaby put me magically to sleep. What I didn’t know at the time was that it would be my last sleep, for a while. I woke up the following the morning, fresh, chipper, ready. I walked to my paint kit, happy. The next three days was a blur, I literally painted non stop for the whole duration, with the exception of one night allotted to dancing and a few small social experiments. Painting in public settings is a very intense experience, it is very much an ‘in the moment’ process for me. What happened in the three days was amazing. People made the difference. When I began the painting only I knew what I was doing, I had not been invited to paint by the festival, I was the unknown soldier. The creative soldier, and I was there because I was coming to terms with a major betrayal in my life, the kind that leaves exactly the kind of marks I would like to live without, those that go against your heart. As it goes I spent three days rediscovering who I was. Throughout the experience I worked with adults, I worked with little people, who I love to work with, they bring a realness to the table that most adults lose for this or that reason. They are ‘know it alls’, because they do know. They are already fine tuned beings and the kind of creativity I witnessed in some of the little folks who participated in my little social experiment was incredible. I painted with a legend, Soul Feather, the comradery was outstanding. I was gifted a snake skin, gifted food, in exchange for the service of creativity. At one point I wanted to test both myself and people around me, so I simply went from painting to placing a bucket over my head and began walking forward. I had to trust my instincts, and what an amazing thing, people noticed me wearing a bucket and called out as to guide me forward, it was very uplifting. I painted in the rain, in the sun and in the mist. I set up in various locations, though I spent most of my time near the mess hall. So it went for three days. On the last day I went dancing, this after being dressed up by a local seamstress who specialized in making tutus, she had a whole outfit made for me to wear. I swallowed my pride and went ahead with it. I trusted it would work out. It did. I also received a painted face from a talented artist named Spirit, it was a shamanic looking face, it was perfect. That night I danced to my friends sounds; Beatfarmer https://soundcloud.com/beatfarmer, and Blue Lunar Monkey https://soundcloud.com/bluelunarmonkey, either of which I can’t say enough of how amazing these artist/producers/visionaries are, it was a night of medicine for the soul. It would conclude my paintathon, paintamentary, this exploration would soon be done. Now, I have to back up just a bit here, do be patient please. I forgot to mention a couple of things. Throughout the festival I received several indications, literal signs if you will, of what I was about to experience. I had also painted the subject of this blog in to the live painting I had made up to this point. I think you can remember that at the beginning of the story I was sitting next to a creek, in a beautiful pristine forest, away from the festival grounds, with a friend. okay, well we are sitting and taking it all in, and wouldn’t you know it, I am saying something to my friend and I began to sense a presence. I looked left, over my shoulder and saw nothing. I proceeded to speak with my friend, and we discussed the fact I felt a presence, she agreed, and we said a couple more words, and than I look left, and no more than 20 feet, and staring me right in the eye is a Grizzly bear, perhaps 2 or 3 years old, big enough to be concerned and also experience the fear of ‘what do I do?!’ Now perhaps we were emitting beautiful energy and the bear recognized this and went on his way, or maybe we were upwind, perhaps it was my destiny, the fact is that the bear and I looked deeply into each others eyes, curious and intently, the bear than turned suddenly after shaking its head a few times and ran, and I mean fast, back through the forest, in the direction it had come from, and disappeared before anyone could say a word. Moments later a hummingbird came through in the most extraordinary flight pattern and the wind blew through the trees and we calmly gathered our things and we made our way back to the festival. I fell asleep after that, and barely told a soul what happened. It is not every day I run into a bear in such unusual circumstances! Eventually I decided to paint the experience in the studio, which would become the ‘Buddhabear’ painting. To me the experience was bear medicine, and a reminder that we live on this world with the animals, we are not separate, so lets do our best to get along.

order a print of Buddhabear today:)

Fotomahaloness -some neat images of the three day creative exploration including the painting I worked on and than gifted to the land owner following my bear medicine.

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Buddhabear

Title: Buddhabear
Size: 16 x 20 x 2 inches.
Medium: acrylic
Made: 2012

20130307-121736.jpg
What was the inspiration?

One early morning I found myself sitting on the edge of a creek in pristine forest with friend staring into the eyes of a bear, following what had been for me a 3 day paint exploration, no sleep, it was time to rest the bones, muscles and eyes, a forest time out. Hold on! So….what exactly is a paint exploration? Well, it begins with a friend named Bruce. He figured I might like this electronica festival near Boston Bar, British Columbia, Canada. It was my first time to this particular festival. The place is a real gem. Misty mornings, warm sunny days and mountains flanked by thick forest, pristine for a city slicker, beautiful air to breathe, and Earth to feel. I had no real plan. All I knew was I brought my kit and something to paint on. We arrived on a Thursday evening, we unpacked, set up tents and voila, the stage was set. I set my paint kit aside and leaned a fresh gessoed board against a tree, a real easel if you know what I mean, living. The trees was happy. I was happy. I made some preliminary marks, for that is what I am, a mark maker. The exploration was about to commence, full surrender to the creative process. What this means is you give up fear. Fear that you wont know what to paint, fear of what people will think, fear of cold, fear of going hungry, fear. Following a celebratory night cap my lids grew heavy as the forest lullaby put me magically to sleep. What I didn’t know at the time was that it would be my last sleep, for a while. I woke up the following the morning, fresh, chipper, ready. The first task was to set up a geodesic dome, a very invigorating task which asks for the help of many and brings people together. One layer at a time, piece by piece, the structure was up, and the intentions set, the festivities would begin. I walked to my paint kit, happy. The exploration would begin. That next three days is a blur, because I literally painted non stop for the whole duration, with the exception of one night allotted to dancing and a few small social experiments. Painting in public settings is a very intense experience, it is very much an ‘in the moment’ process for me. What happened in the three days was amazing. People made the difference. When I began the painting only I knew what I was doing, I had not been invited to paint by the festival, I was the unknown soldier. The creative soldier, and I was there because I was coming to terms with a major betrayal in my life, the kind that leaves exactly the kind of marks I would like to live without, those that go against your heart. As it goes I spent three days rediscovering who I was. Throughout the experience I worked with adults, I worked with little people, who I love to work with, they bring a realness to the table that most adults lose for this or that reason. They are ‘know it alls’, because they do know. They are already fine tuned beings and the kind of creativity I witnessed in some of the little folks who participated in my little social experiment was incredible. I painted with a legend, Soul Feather, the comradery was outstanding. I was gifted a snake skin, gifted food, in exchange for the service of creativity. At one point I wanted to test both myself and people around me, so I simply went from painting to placing a bucket over my head and began walking forward. I had to trust my instincts, and what an amazing thing, people noticed me wearing a bucket and called out as to guide me forward, it was very uplifting. I painted in the rain, in the sun and in the mist. I set up in various locations, though I spent most of my time near the mess hall. So it went for three days. On the last day I went dancing, this after being dressed up by a local seamstress who specialized in making tutus, she had a whole outfit made for me to wear. I swallowed my pride and went ahead with it. I trusted it would work out. It did. I also received a painted face from a talented artist named Spirit, it was a shamanic looking face, it was perfect. That night I danced to my friends sounds; Beatfarmer https://soundcloud.com/beatfarmer, and Blue Lunar Monkey https://soundcloud.com/bluelunarmonkey, either of which I can’t say enough of how amazing these artist/producers/visionaries are, it was a night of medicine for the soul. It would conclude my paintathon, paintamentary, this exploration would soon be done. Now, I have to back up just a bit here, do be patient please. I forgot to mention a couple of things. Throughout the festival I received several indications, literal signs if you will, of what I was about to experience. I had also painted the subject of this blog in to the live painting I had made up to this point. I think you can remember that at the beginning of the story I was sitting next to a creek, in a beautiful pristine forest, away from the festival grounds, with a friend. okay, well we are sitting and taking it all in, and wouldn’t you know it, I am saying something to my friend and I began to sense a presence. I looked left, over my shoulder and saw nothing. I proceeded to speak with my friend, and we discussed the fact I felt a presence, she agreed, and we said a couple more words, and than I look left, and no more than 20 feet, and staring me right in the eye is a Grizzly bear, perhaps 2 or 3 years old, big enough to be concerned and also experience the fear of ‘what do I do?!’ Now perhaps we were emitting beautiful energy and the bear recognized this and went on his way, or maybe we were upwind, perhaps it was my destiny, the fact is that the bear and I looked deeply into each others eyes, curious and intently, the bear than turned suddenly after shaking its head a few times and ran, and I mean fast, back through the forest, in the direction it had come from, and disappeared before anyone could say a word. Moments later a hummingbird came through in the most extraordinary flight pattern and the wind blew through the trees and we calmly gathered our things and we made our way back to the festival. I fell asleep after that, and barely told a soul what happened. It is not every day I run into a bear in such unusual circumstances! Had it happened the way it did. I struggled with it for a while and eventually decided to paint the experience later in the studio, which became ‘Buddhabear’, it was bear medicine, and so I decided to paint the experience and share that medicine with you.

Angel funding

I am asking for a little help with my creative journey. Making art is what I do, it is my livelihood, though it is quite humble. I have made some concessions in my process, which includes making prints available through Saatchi, which is an online gallery. On my Saatchi page you can order prints or even buy originals. They do all the work, including shipping. My art is one of kind and the content is all my own. It is made from the heart and is made possible by a lot of hard work and sheer determination. I have been documenting my life through paint now for ten years and I am asking for help so I may continue on my artistic path. Thank you.

order prints here, thank you:)

Fotomahaloness -some neat images of the three day creative exploration including the painting I worked on and than gifted to the land owner following my bear medicine.

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20130307-122143.jpg

20130307-122419.jpg

20130307-122755.jpg

20130307-123258.jpg

20130307-123812.jpg

20130307-123931.jpg

20130307-124016.jpg

20130307-124333.jpg

20130307-124438.jpg

20130307-124603.jpg

20130307-124705.jpg

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How’s my blogging?

I may not drive a car but I do blog, so with this in mind please remind yourself I am a visual artist, writing and blogging are new to me, relatively new that is, I am no Hemmingway, or HST, but I am dedicated, and in some ways a man possessed, which has its own inherent challenges…what I am trying to convey is that this blog is superfluous, although there are some gems in there, unfortunately for me writing doesn’t always flow like paint does. I also would like to note that I wholeheartedly do not want to explain my paintings, this has nothing to do with you, the reader, it is something I am working on, day to day. To confuse you even more, l am able to explain the work, it does come from somewhere, but if I told you, you probably wouldn’t believe me unless that is if I was doing a live talk and you and I were there, which is clearly not the case because you are there and I am here. This is okay, I will continue to post, for those onboard, thank you, for those new to the scene, welcome, and please forgive me for my ineptitude with words, I think I might be dyslexic, and that’s oaky. I am the author of Mahaloness, and I am okay with that. Being that this is a fairly linked community, and that interconnectedness is the real deal, I Mahaloness will do my best to post the most Mahaloness I can, meaning I will promote positive vibrations and inspire to be inspired and continue on this path, maintaining the good work, and giving thanks to all those who help me be here, and to extend that back accordingly and in gratitude. We live in an interesting times, so much going on, and for what it’s worth, I am happy to be here, part of it, and hopefully by doing what I consider the good work, which is sharing my art and experience, that it benefits your time as well as mine. To all the good folks doing the good work, whether it is Alex or Allyson Grey, Autumn Skye, Aude Ray, Adham Shaikh, Blue Lunar Monkey, Beatfarmer, Jake, Jim, Mike, Molly, Nicole, Anna, Francisco Goya, Willy Nelson, Oprah, Ram Das, Laura, Tara, Michelle, Romio Shrestha, the Dalia Lama, MCA, Shane, Halla Halla, Hana Kyle, Tyler HVW8, Austin at eyecollector.com, Caroline Weaver, Riley Tease, Carl White, it goes on and on and on, keep up the good work, it is essential you do, vital, and is beautiful in every which way. It is easy to get caught up in the unpleasantness that life can bring, it is human, it is also beautiful to be human, here and now and with all of you, Mahaloness.
FotoMahaloness paintings
Breath of Life, 12 x 24 Acrylic on Canvas (available as original or print)
Hope 24 x 24 Acrylic and mixed media on panel -private collection
The early years, an abstract, my first abstract made when I was around 20
An evolution in style

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