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.

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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

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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 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.

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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.

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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

Disclaimer: Sorry mom. Under no circumstances should anyone try this at home, unless you are right on the edge. This is a long entry, with lots of fotos, hard to omit details from this particular experience.

It was nearly one year ago today that I would experience my first encounter with the keystone specie, and curator of a healthy, functioning ecosystem of western North America, the Grizzly bear. I wish could say I was adventuring, hiking miles and miles of pristine wilderness, eating trail mix and all that, I was not. No, this encounter was of the rarest breed. It was one that forever changed my life, and was so moving, I made a painting called Buddhabear. Now the thing is that when I paint a painting it takes time. When I have an experience that I feel moved by, I will often document the event, sometimes during and sometimes afterwards, or even a combo. Within the painting or drawing or digital painting, I utilize symbols, energy/colour, and any elements that provide visual clues to the experience. In the case of Buddhabear the story certainly does go beyond the painting and often times when I tell the story it comes across as a fantasy or myth, rather than a true telling. I can assure you that this story is true. It begins with a friend, Bruce, the bear, picking me up in a 90’s turquoise VW bus, and the two of us heading out to a festival near Boston Bar British Columbia, Canada. It was to be a rather long journey and we would need to be on high alert as driving through the mountains can be a harrowing experience, especially during the summer when wildlife decides to test fate and dash across highways only to find strange 4 wheeled, rather large objects, traveling by at break neck speeds, usually at awkward moments, leaving large red stains on the road and a reminder in the cars fender that nature and man do not always mix well. It was early evening when we found ourselves sucked into the Kelowna vortex, Wallmart to be exact, those huge unbelievably terrible yet strangely desirable chains that have been reeking havoc on small business and locally made markets, while relying on cheap overseas labor that comes with its own gamut of ridiculousness, big box shit. After an hour of doing laps and finding myself lost, only to discover duct tape, which I purchased for this particular trip, and which I never did use. It was time to get along, daylight was falling and the vortex was getting stronger by the moment, with the beast bearing down on Bruce and I, we managed to escape the vortex of Kelowna, avoiding certain doom. Next stop, Entheos, an electronica festival in the woods of BC, in a beautiful valley, where myself and about a thousand others would reconnect to the spirit of celebration and pound the Earth relentlessly until legs turned to jello. I had been warned that cults might be present and strange witch craft sorcery, enticing young unsuspecting lost souls into their den. With this in mind I prepared myself for the unexpected. With a stocked art kit, a fresh primed panel, and enough cobalt teal to paint the ocean, I knew I’d make my way. My
plan, paint a painting that would document the experience, a paintamentary. There is nothing quite like live action painting, I never know how things will turn out, I trust that I will tap into the flow, and that it will work out, it always does. It is imperative to let flow carry you, go like the Tao, and watch in amazement as art comes out of you. Soon Bruce and I arrived to the festival grounds, mostly unscathed despite a couple close calls, one being Walmart and the other when Bruce went into a sharp turn a little hot, which in fact was a natural chicane, that nearly saw us leave the road. We arrived to our destination, and as soon as I set foot on the Earth I felt immediately compelled to set up my paints and panel and have a go at a quick paint session. There is nothing quite like controlled frenzy, what appears controlled at the surface is the technique, the frenzy being the vision coming to life. Following the session I drank a gin tonic, courtesy of Bruce, there’s nothing like Gin, except a Juniper bush, I like both. I went to sleep. It would be the last sleep for the next 3 days, not that I knew this at the time though, it just happened to go that way. The next day I rendezvoused with old friends that came form the Sunshine coast, wonderful people, from a wonderful place. They would be setting up a booth of psychedelic gypsy clothing, handmade, couture, and she asked me if I’d set up shop next to her, I agreed. My first order of business, set up a lattice work of twigs on their tent, it looked great, I also managed to find some trees that I was able to attach paintings to. I was asked to add a painting to the temple room, so I did. Tangent. There was plenty of eye candy to take people as far as they wanted to go, visually that is, visionary art, dream painting, that has the ability to put one into a trance like state, not for everyone, and in my opinion visionary art is often nothing more than tricked out fantasy, not that I have a problem with it, I just don’t like the label necessarily, it’s a bit of a trend, for most of it can be chalked up as fantasy, and perhaps that is dream, though to this author dream state and fantasy are not necessarily one and the same. That same day I helped get the geodesic dome up. Meaning, I fucked it up as I sent a wrench flying through the fabric in an attempt to throw a rope to the far side so we could pull the tent to the other side, I immediately stepped back and took on a new role. I had also eaten some chocolates, I thought it was hazelnut. It wasn’t long before I was talking to the trees, and believe you me they were all over the place, this is B.C. after all, thankfully the greedy government hasn’t cut down the entire forest, the screw heads they are. Once set up the air was thick with anticipation, what would become of us, as the outside world fell away and the new world, the festival world would take us all for one hell of a ride, impending doom always in the back of the mind if one lets oneself go too far, that being different from one person to the next, and we all have a story of the ones who go three steps further, spiraling out of control, unyielding, complete and utter loss of self. The darkness is always close, it is during the chaos that one sees oneself for who they are, and without fail fear will rear its ugly head, the beast, omnipresent, ready to pounce on the unsuspecting. Maybe this is overly dramatic, it is a hippy festival in some ways, but you never really know what is going to happen, especially when rational thought, or logic, are thrown to the wayside. During the daytime the energy was mild, people chilling, vendors doing good business, the calm before the storm, a cosmic storm, when one truly let’s go and pounds the Earth driven by the likes of Blue Lunar Monkey, and if you don’t know than I suggest you educate yourself. For the next 2days I painted. You couldn’t pull me away, it was relentless, non stop paint action, and you ask why? Well painting is what I know. It is what my heart warms to, and in all the years of painting, business aside, the love has carried me through and through. There are no boundaries, even if the canvas is a certain dimension, that has no boundaries on what you can do, when you let yourself fall into the painting frenzy and let conventional thought drift far far away. I play the role of the artist, and this is not limited to painting, I love all kinds of creative expression. For instance, periodically I would place a bucket over my head and walk down a lane way, trusting my Jedi senses, and occasionally the help of a person who would tell me to move left or right, subtle, and muchly appreciated, a great test to do anywhere to see if people are with it and together. I also would read from a book to the good folks standing in line for lunch, when tyne line is long entertainment is a wonderful thing. I became fearless, all the hang ups I had were removed, I opened right up, and went with the flow, and if there is one thing about a festival of this nature, there is flow. Moving on…so I painted and painted and painted, taking it all in. The imagery slowly morphing from one thing to the next, all day and all night. I worked in a rain shower one morning at 6am in the temple, the painting melted in front of me, psychedelic comes to mind. I worked with Soulfeather, a fantastic live painter in his own right. I also worked with the little people, the kids, whose fearless nature makes them naturally keen to create, no lessons required, in fact some of my greatest teachers are the little people. It is always wonderful to provide a creative outlet, it is exactly the kind of thing that opens people’s hearts, and breaks down disillusionment, like when someone says to me, I can’t do that! YES you can! Inspiration. Moving forward in time, and plenty of paint laid down, It was really coming together, working alongside my friends and witnessing the festival from an angle I had never seen before, with the exception of another festival prior, though not like Entheos, this was a special time for me and everyone there. The days amalgamated, my friend would offer food once and a while as I painted on and on, until that night. A lady next to the three of us who made tutus decided she would set an outfit for me. I also met a face painter named Spirit, amazing work, and beautiful soul (see fotos). She worked her magic on my face after my little person friend painted hers. She went with a shamanic theme, a Green cosmic frog, maybe Green man, I had no idea because there was no mirror, and even if there was I trusted that it was going to work out, and it did, it got better, the tutu lady had quite the outfit selected, and like a champ I accepted her offer and dawned the tutu, along with fluorescent black light friendly tights, with a one shoulder strap top and a Chinese silk coat. To say I was stoked is an understatement. To say I felt strange, well when things get weird the strange turn pro, HST said that, I concur. After a mild tea, made from some kind of hyper plant and few other provisions for the night, we danced. Carrying glow sticks, not normally my thing than again I am not normal, and it is during these times that a glow stick can keep one together, the beast is never far away, always ready, I like to think a glow stick will stave it off, keep things illuminated as the sun falls and night sets in. There was fire, there was trance, smoke filled feilds, people spinning, twirling, a cosmic circus, human expression through sound, through light, through movement, a sight that is very difficult to describe unless you have been there. The sun rose a misty morning, smoke thick and friends united in dance in a field flanked by mountains covered in spruce and the like, Earth in all her glory. It was about that time that I decided to head back to paint, I wasn’t about to stop, and perhaps that was a poor choice, sleep is good, so is flow, and when it is flowing like it was there, you flow. It wasn’t long before I met this lady, and from what I could tell, a witch. Maybe it was the wand that gave it away, and by no means do I mean an old scraggly woman riding a broom, no this one was something out of the ordinary, her name Kerri. Kerri proceeded to tell me she of a spot, off the festival grounds where she could wash my face, it must of looked hideous, melted face paint and a green beard, had it been on my face all night, I immediately agreed, and with no haste we set trail to the spot. After hiking and hiking and hiking, my legs, jello like in sensation, we arrived at the opening to a path that eventually turned into pristine forest. Along the way we saw horses, 2 of them, beautiful creatures, thats what they thought. Eventually I could hear a stream, and that’s when I saw the scat, it was in plain site, giant in size, steaming, genuine bear scat. We walked right pass it and made our way to the most serene theatre I have ever been. Forest in multiple levels, green and lush, with the most beautiful stream flowing by, an old tree fallen over the stream, a real beauty. It is in these moments that being grateful for life is without question. I found myself in awe, taking in the sounds of the forest, no music, no talking, just the sound of the forest, still and calm, birds singing, radiant. Kerri help wash my face, it was an amazing sensation and woke me almost immediately, it is Canada after all, and early summer at that. I realized tight fitting synthetic fiber and tutus hardly keep one warm. Kerri and I sat and talked, and I couldn’t help but sense that there was someone, something, to the left of us. I will never forget that moment on. I looked over at Kerri, I looked left, I looked at Kerri, I looked left, a Grizzly bear walks over a fallen tree and stops, we look directly into each others eyes, it felt like an eternity. I say ‘holy shit it’s a grizzly bear’ or did I, I looked at Kerri, we looked at the bear, the bear took on a startled ‘what the heck are you’ look and in a fleeting moment dashed in the opposite direction. The forest split in half. It was gone. We sat there, moments later a humming bird flew through in the most stunning fight pattern, not one word was said. We got up and we left, headed back to a tent and I fell asleep for a very long time. I woke up, and met Cecilia, my Swedish friend, she was the first person I made contact with following the encounter, there were no words to describe the feeling I had at that moment, wondering if it had all happened, did it, I have had mad visions in my life, nothing like this, I looked at Cecilia, she was very nice, kind, and not a bear, I was very happy to see her. Later that night I eventually made my way to the festival area, I was utterly useless, like an 90 year old man, there would be no more painting, no more dancing, well maybe a bit. I would eventually sit next to a giant fire and stared directly into the flames for what felt like an eternity, eventually leaving and getting one more sleep in before departure the next day. It would take me weeks to take it all in and once back in my hometown I decided to make a painting called Buddhbear. It could of gone two ways, bear runs away or bear eats me, I was pleased that it was the first option, Grizzly medicine, for I didn’t get eaten, it simply was not my time, the grizzly, a messenger, we met and what passed between us I would not be able to express into words, thankfully I am a painter, and thus Buddhabear came to life, a memory of that morning when I faced my biggest fear, mortality, and that’s how close it was. Mahaloness
Link to Saatchi if you would like to order a print or buy the original, and if you think it’s overpriced, well…put yourself in front of a grizzly, wearing a tutu, and survive the experience. and paint, good luck.
http://www.saatchionline.com/art/Painting-Acrylic-Buddhabear/92667/1397027/view
FotoMahaloness, almost in sequential order, including Spirit Love being painted by a genius 6 year old, the live painting (female with head dress), the outfit, and the forest trek, unfortunately I didn’t have my camera ready for the bear, fortunately I am a painter, Buddhabear.
18 x 24 in. Acrylic on panel 2011
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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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Fellowship

I wouldn’t be where I am if it were not for fellowship. And like a glyphis shark, fellowship is a rare thing. Whenever I am traveling, making art, fellowship can be a life line, and as I have learned an acquired experience. I can remember one experience when I travelled from Vancouver to an Earthdance festival located at Shawnigan Lake, near Victoria, British Columbia. It was a quick decision, I woke up in Vancouver and 10 hours later arrived at the festival, the journey in between was intense. After 3 buses, a sky train, a ferry and 3 more buses, a 5 mile walk and a final hitch in the falling darkness of an isolated road in the middle what seemed like no where I arrived at my destination. I had not made a plan, I didn’t have a map, all I had was a roller style suitcase, a small easel and very simple provisions. I had no idea where I was going, it was on a whim and all I knew was I had to get there to see my friend from Mexico, and new resident to Canada, Blue Lunar Monkey. The fellowship was the individuals I met along the way who didn’t know me and therefore carried little to no judgements of who I was or why I was there. They were genuine people who cared that I cared and helped me get to where it was I was going. When I arrived at the festival I reunited with Blue Lunar Monkey and Beat Farmer, and danced late into the night in a small yurt with some awesome people who I had never seen before that night, nonetheless they were kindred spirits united by the music that my friends played, both of which produce their music from their giant hearts. After dancing I went to a gathering around a fire, there was a few folks playing the drums and songs shared, it was around the fire I met Maia, a beautiful caring soul who was from Mexico. We hung out for a while and talked and soon the weather took a turn for the worse, the temperature dropped rapidly and a wind roared through the trees. It was than I realized I had no tent, and no blankets. In a dash my new friend Maia led me to a tent down in the forest, and offered me a couple of blankets, and said goodnight. I got into the tent and practiced a breathing exercise to keep me warm as even with the blankets and tent I was still quite cold. Eventually I fell asleep, and when morning came the sun was out and a new day arrived. I returned to the yurt where I had grabbed one of blankets from and returned it to its proper location, but failed to realize that I also left the other blanket Maia had loaned me there. I left yurt looking for Maia and waited for a bit before we left but never saw her. A nice lady offered a lift back to Victoria and I took it. When I returned to Vancouver I remembered I had Maia’s info for FB and messaged her to say thank you for the help, and the fellowship. She messaged me back very upset, and asked me where I put her poncho, a poncho her grandmother had given her. she explained she needed it because it was one of her only sources of warmth, and she would be traveling, I almost had a heart attack, I told her that I returned it to the yurt thinking it was a blanket, and she got even more upset. I felt terrible, so I contacted the festival organizers, several times and they told me they never found the poncho, I didn’t believe them but thanked them for trying and relayed to Maia what I had learned. After cooling down a bit she apologized for being upset and gave me the lowdown on the poncho, so I told her I would make a painting, and I would sell it and raise money to buy her a new poncho, though I know it would never replace the one she had, it was the only thing I had to offer. I called the painting ‘Paint for Poncho’, it has yet to sell, I don’t know why it is a beautiful painting with a beautiful story and would really help Maia out. So if anyone out there likes it please let me know I would like to fulfill this one. To Maia thank you for the fellowship. Mahaloness
Links: Blue Lunar Monkey http://soundcloud.com/bluelunarmonkey
Beatfarmer http://soundcloud.com/beatfarmer

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