Mahaloness

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


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Art Announcement…. Solstice Live Art Show! Dec. 21st 🧜‍♂️

Hälts will be doing a live event in Cranbrook BC at Soulfood on Baker St. The live art performance will include painting, video art, soundscapes and a little Q and A for those interested. It is a free event, however I will be selling merchandise, art prints, and originals will be up for purchase. These are rare gems so you perhaps will not want to miss it. check out Soulfood on Insta @kootenaysoulfood and kootenaysoulfood.com and also you can find me at @mahaloness and haltsart.com

Now back to noir regular broadcast….

I bet you thought I vanished. Well I guess the rabbit is out of the hat. Truth is I have been watching what were once mountains return to Earth. In other words, taking care of my elders. I have chosen this path, or perhaps fate and destiny have their hands in it, it’s hard to say. I am here. I am doing this. Meanwhile around me I am witnessing a a terribly beautiful world spinning its wheels, the old cat chasing its tale. I see world events unfolding, political turmoil, media spun anxiety, sports replays and weather forecasters. I watch out the window as ravens glide effortlessly through the air, a sign that the winds be blowing, Nature’s motion. I recollect life events that led me to this very seat, some with heavy heart. This too shall pass, for a cloud never stays in one spot. I look across the room, to the people whom, brought me into this life. I made them parents, they made me their child, together we circumnavigated the ever changing moods. They watched me grow up, and now I watch them grow old. I get up make coffees, empty the dishwasher, pour my dad a glass of water, give him a banana, and make my mom toast. I swoon over the dreams that have not come true, and stare at a spider wondering silently on the wall. I sit with them in a sunlit room, a squirrel runs the railing outside the window, diligently collecting peanuts left as offerings for his amusement. I watch my dad struggle with eating, hands shaking and yet no complaining. He enjoys his meal, this is what’s real, his spirit unwilling to cooperate with his failing body. I remember times we laughed, and I remember the times he made me so mad, or even sad. He had a vision for me, that never quite formed the way he saw fit. Years of battles and clashes, conditions, and prohibitions that led to no where, and yet who I let rule my existence. Broken dreams, failed romance, and a wavering attitude towards fellow humans led me down a dark path. I am human. So my time here has been a blessing and a lesson in compassion. I never knew what my grandparents thought about their lives in their later stages of life. I Wass too young. Now I experience for the first time what that is and although it does sadden me and also has strengthened my empathic muscle, long overdue.

Isn’t it funny how life will show you exactly what you need to see. lake_3crowacrosslake_2eagle_9eagleisland_2gnomelake_freezinglake_patternspeakysunpileatedpecker_flight_3piletaedpecker_1sunsetangel_montane

a little sneak peak of a viking mural project I worked one this past month, I have some catching up, pitter patter lets get atter, no matter.

 

IMG_9058We all have our stories, contorted as they may be, the beauty is the resilience, the inner spirit reveals. So I am here, amongst a world in and out of chaos, everything as it is supposed to be. I sense the mind echo questions and dialogue, I don’t give it my full attention. Instead I sit quietly in the terrible beauty of it all. Their’s climate deniers, clinging to old beliefs, while young people scream protest about Climate Crisis, without agreement to solutions. Complex is the modern world, has it ever been any different? Modern egomaniacs perhaps no different from those in the past, the story spins more stories, the mice with crowns run but do not move forward. Past rejections, life lessons, an uncertain future, yet Love remains. Where is all this coming from, perhaps at the depth of this human there is a heart that wants out the shell formed over time in order to survive. I used to wonder what Dali’s fascination was with shells until just recently did it make sense while cooking in a geothermal hot pool. I look at my mom, a care giver all her life, came from poverty, a very hard life, to living in her dream home. She truly cares for my dad, sharing her insights into what it’s like to see her lifelong partner not be able to take care of himself. All the while working painstakingly on her mountain scene petit point (if you don’t know what that is, its art, math, stitching. and well it’s complex). It’s pixelating with thread material before pixels were a thing. She works day and night, needle point in hand, colourful string, mapped and coded. She says she is going to give up every ten minutes, yet continues to weave her thread through the fabric. I never thought I would be here, watching over my raging parents, seeing their fragility in the last stages of their lifetime span. It has been difficult, yet again the inner spirit sees me through, and art my faithful companion, this I share with you. Be well

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the squirrel

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new project

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late night owl painting

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a terribly beautiful world (hälts hybrid art)

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witness to the unfolding (hälts hybridact)

 


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minimotion bookmarks

  1. I have been BC mostly, with intermittent trips to the city for work. Been thinking a lot about this and that, and kissing the sky for she never lets me down. Life, full circle, everything changes, nothing changes, the veil falls, don’t be fooled. Fall falls, sun light shortens, frosty mornings, raining golden leaves as trees go to sleep, birds fly to their southern haunts, apple butter and hot coffee to warm the bones. 

And now a new minimoiton and some fotos of life recently followed by another new minimotion….

‘wolf feast’ ☕️ hälts minimotion with soundscape ‘strange it is’ featuring a painting sesh on some new WIPs and a proper wolf feast 


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I came across a wolf feast, on the road, between 2 worlds, a metaphor, or four, I could not believe my own eyes, how strange things happen when you let them, in other words, her far away heart a distant memory devoured by the wolf within. 

choose your own star

‘last of the radiant child’ hälts hybrid art

in the painting twilight zone

a pair of WIPs


‘dark road’ 🎥 hälts minimotion with soundscape ‘say nothing’ 

For the curious a link to my new art shop  haltsart.com


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life right now 

I have been looking to space a lot. There is so much to see and yet so much beyond my capacity to comprehend, the infinite unseen and unknowing, the frontiers of my humanness that when discovered open doors to an ancient past nearly made extinct. 

And now a hälts minimoiton ‘bee see soul’ with soundscape ‘zero’ and featuring a day in the life of this here artist in the BC zone. 

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Look into my eyes, look into my soul, what do you see? For if you see what you only want to see you will miss the golden nugget that is my heart and soul.  

‘Earth wind and fire’ hälts hybrid art combining painting, drawing and photography and illustrating a jungle heart on fire.

And now some BC moments

Molly’s Secret Garden 

Help out your elders….

A little duck aerovane restoration project I have been working on for the elder’s garden shed. This buddhy has seen more than 2 decades so no surprise it was in a little disrepair. Only one wing worked since day one. Now that I have restored the paint it’s time to figure out the wings so they both spin when the wind visits. Crossing my fingers, pretty sure I got this… 

Simple tools do the job

wings of gold

One way I like to connect with my true self is on the water, on my fish, even when there’s no waves, it makes me feel human, it rekindles my spirit and washes away the bullshit that humans like to create in order to make drama that only leads to more suffering and sorrow, not good for the spirit, it is imperative to get a cleanse in the river, in the lake, in the ocean, in the water, anywhere where the water be. 


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time travel 

To keep words to a minimum which perhaps might seem counterintuitive to a blog called WordPress… as the old saying goes a photo says a thousand words and my minimotions multiply that tenfold. First up some flora from my mom’s magic garden. I have been blessed all these years with her green thumb wizardry, a true sanctuary it is, so peaceful and easy on the eyes, nose, ears, touch, mind, soul….


And now a couple of minimotions including on the road footage from a recent film job I was on, travelling back in time. 

​​’saw horses’ 💛 hälts went to the ranch for some work minimoiton.

​’travelling thru prehistorica’ 🚜 hälts time travel minimotion with soundscape ‘swollen river’ featuring some on the road footage captured in the past few dayzzzzzz. 

​​​’time travelling at the speed of the moon’ 🚜 hälts minimotion with soundscape ‘now and then’ featuring a bunch of recent footage travelling along country roads at the crack of dawn, and some backyard painting with some flash edits of a magic bus mural I once painted…perhaps a response to the recent sighting of the beast.

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be the mountain 


the badlands 
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yellow roses from my mom’s garden

sanctuary garden

old mural days and a WIP called ‘Creator’ do we or do we not hold the key to the universe?…

red bear or blue bear (painting detail)

wolf man from the hälts drawing book collection

made moons ago, I guess I was thinking about the modern self portrait

mural spontaneous mural 2012 Paia town North Shore Maui


Everything comes around and goes around; forgetting, letting go, moving onwards is futile until one finds it within themselves to forgive and be forgiven. 

early hybrid art incorporating a b&w photo and painting using digi tech


Lastly and no less important than anything else shared on this post I wanted to continue to remind and or introduce folks to my new website haltsart.com which features my art on very useful items with you in mind, all made in Canada and with 100 % pure Aloha. 


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yard art peace 

Time may pass though heart makes no fuss, for love is a universal treasure trove of boundlessness.

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Some words about self, and why it is essential to be in the present nowness. 

 Introvert extrovert. Joy when I am doing what I love. Sorrow when caught up in a past that I can’t adjust. I love the ocean, and the waves. I love to glide on water with the wind. I am at heart a caring and loving human. Challenged at times by a mind that plays ticks on me. Trying to force it away only aggravates things. I sometimes wonder whether it’s been worth the effort, so many things I have no control over. What is it I want to control, never mind, it’s a futile. I have made many things, I have lost just as many. Sometimes I like to retreat inwards, to find the the light, and clean the temple. I am not one who begs to be at the center of attention. I would rather just paint, plant gardens, and bake things. When I make art I am at my most vulnerable, open to energies, and sensitive to the environment. At the same time art is a place where I feel empowered and free, guided by inner spirit, although restless on occasion. I recently lost a best friend, one who I could in trust with pretty much anything. Now I find myself again in solitude, working on freeing myself from the shackles of my own mind. Slowly I make my way, a sprout in the garden, not knowing whats next, perhaps that’s the root cause of most suffering. Liberation grows from a soil made from years of convincing myself I am not good enough. As those ideas and stories decompose, they give the plants nourishment so they can grow. All will pass, life is indeed what you make it. I have no regrets, no things I would change; it’s been pretty freaking magical, many blessings and yes some hard lessons gained. Though the darkness isn’t far away, no mind, no mind. Send love to your sisters and brothers, even if it’s just a thought. Forgive thy enemies, forgive the friends. This perhaps is our greatest challenge, I know it is for me. 

And now some minimotion yard art action…
‘yard art peace’ 🌤 new hälts minimotion with soundscape ‘goodbye hello’ and featuring a recent backyard art sesh transforming a self portrait into an abstract, this I found to be very satisfying.
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​​’fillin’ up the pool’ 🏊🏼 new hälts minimotion with soundscape ‘it’s almost summer’ featuring a backyard art sesh on a piece that is a bit full circle in a mysterious and fun kine way. 

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I started this painting 15 years ago, it has evolved several times in the course of its life, and will continue to…for the next little while…..

A range of my artworks sits patiently, no complaints, desireless and still, Silence that Speaks.  

all the words in the world do not do what paintings do (hälts studio filling up with work)

hälts hybrid art and a reminder that this life is a journey, enjoy the moments in between.


Before I forget! I have launched my new website hältsart.com (click here to visit)  below is a kimono style garment with my painting SLO beautifully printed on it. This is chiffon fabric, nice and flowy, and see through. These garments are hand made in Montreal and well they are something to behold and very unique art wearables. I will be working on new designs throughout the summer, and running designs for short periods of time to keep them extra special. There’s been a lot of love put into each design and I look forward to sharing developments with you, Mahalo hälts ❤️

when a piano presents itself play the living shhhhh out of it.

use your youth wisely young grasshoppers.


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moonlit night 

Before my bed there is the moonlight. 

It lies there on the ground, looking like frost.

Lifting my head, I gaze at themoon bright;

Lowering my head, in homesickness, I am lost.v

-Li Bai  

and now a hälts minimotion with respect to the ritual… 

Now a new minimotion called ‘homesickness on a moonlit night’ referencing Li Bai’s poem at the beginning of this post. 

⛩ hälts minimotion featuring a day helping to install the Imagine Asian Exhibit at CSpace 4th Floor (old King Edward School) located in Marda Loop Calgary, which runs May 27th until June 3rd 10 am until 6 pm and features a diverse selection of artists and celebrating Asian Heritage Month. I am honoured to contribute a few pieces to the show and what a delight to witness a master calligrapher Simon Y. S. Wong at work on a poem that I narrate in the minimotion, soulful and magical at the same time

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Nature is soul medicine hälts minimotion 

in the studio with hälts, inside there is a deep well of sorrow, listen for the joy, it’ll be alright. 

New WIP ‘vehicle of life’ 

there is duality, that’s why I go full spectrum 

I am honoured to be part of a group show called ‘Imaigne Asian’ which celebrates Asian Heritage Month, my painting on the right, ‘Earth Buddha’ is next to a master artist named David Noh. 

Medicine Tara hälts hybrid art


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every rose has its thorns

First off my new website is up and flowing. I have ventured into new territory and it is my great pleasure to share it with you. It will keep evolving and as is everything in life a learning experience. For those womderifl beongs who go to check it out please do leave comments, and share any concerns, insights or questions you may have. Mahalo, hälts

Link to haltsart.com

Hälts Yard Art

Below is a couple of paintings that have been selected for an Imagine Asia Exhibit which takes place at CSpace Calgary May 27 until June 3rd 1-6 pm, each day. Early on in my art journey I was inspired by Japanese Art including Geishas, Manga and Kabuki Cahracters. I also was introduced to Tibetan Art by meeting Romio Shrestha in the middle of the Pacific Ocean on the Big Island of Hawai’i. It was a magical encounter and his Thangka paintings completely turned me inside out and pushed me into another direction with respect to my work. Yes I can produce work that is beautiful, emotional, and thought provoking….however I also see the capacity of art to heal and help guide others through life’s roller coaster ride. Perhaps I could easily find more mass appeal through painting landscapes or dog portraits, however I find my freedom to make art a precious gift that I am not willing to give up so easily. A couple interesting points about these works is that they both started out as live art performances. I also see the importance of transmitting the messages I have received along the path and form the places I am grateful to have visited. 

Shifting Perspectives


Earth Buddha

 

And now some cave action, yes I crawled into a cave a friend took to me to and left some marks. Perhaps they will be preserved and rediscovered 40 000 years from now, what will that look like I wonder? 

Intermission Hybrid Art

I made this hybrid art not so long ago, and a friend contacted me not long after and said this made him think synesthesia. I have often expericnced sound as colours, and apparently it is a relatively rare condition. It can also be related to and experienced in briefly during pychedelic explorations.  I mean who knows really, I think we as humans are capable of so many things that defy logic and the rational explanation, and not everything I do is related to psychedelic experience much to the surprise of people who seem to think that’s where my ideas come from. Not to discount the pyschonauts of our time, or the magic of these experiences, I have always seen the world as supernatural experience, often keeping it to myself to avoid having to explain myself. 

‘Synesthesia’ hälts hybrid art

Buffalo (principle animal drawing study)

The studio always in flux, with a new WIP (middle) inspired by a mural I made called ‘Creator’ and my hand painted shaman skateboard art as well as my Earth Buddha painting.


BC soul vitamin is key to keeping my constitution in a healthy state. I will never ever take this place for granted, it is too damn precious and magical for that to happen. 


My moms garden is truly a sanctuary, the birds love it, the bees love it, the insects love it, thr frogs love it, the works love it, the plants dig it, the squirrels love it, the spiders love it, the ants love it, it’s pretty much a hit all around and inspired me to do the same back home, however my is a little smaller, baby steps. 


More BC stuff coming soon, thank you and Mahalos for being here. 💚🌞❤️