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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Humans and Art

I recently took part in a group show in Calgary, Alberta, Canada. The show was under the title ‘Humans and Art’. It featured around 180 artworks and really could easily be called a true Alberta biennale as it showcased some truly remarkable Alberta talent in visual art, performance art, sculpture and music. In Calgary it’s easy to become sceptical of the local art scene. For one it is run by some of the old guard and with all due respect, these people should of attended this show if they truly care about emerging artists in this city. Being a bit of an underground movement this will take a little time to catch on no doubt. In my humble opinion it’s better to meet a living artist and celebrate their work with the artist present, than it is to revere and celebrate dead artists. Don’t wait until we’re dead to support us, this stigma is so damn cliche and frustrating to the hard working artists who are trying to make a go of it and legitimize themselves as part of the arts and culture of Calgary. We deserve to be part of the dialogue, we have plenty to say and this wave is  growing, which most likely makes the old guard shake in their skin. For me it was a real honour to contribute to this show. It is a movement with a tonne of potential and if I were you I’d pay it some appreciation otherwise similar to movements before in this city, it will go where it is appreciated and we will lose yet another truly talented and awesome group of individuals who truly benefit the soul of the ‘small town’ that is the City of Calgary. These are just some of my thoughts, whether you agree or disagree it doesn’t matter, the point is you can’t put a price on an energy that is this positive, so make an effort to come enjoy and support the next shows, you will leave with a heart full of love and be so damn inspired, you will most likely pick up a paint brush yourself and ride the wave.

🌊 ‘Humans and Art’  a new hälts minimotion docu special with soundscape ‘SLO unravel’ featuring the @humans_and_art group show which took place May 12, 2019 and featured an incredible Alberta talent pool of artists in visual and sound, coming together in one room which reminds me of an early wave that came through Calgary many moons ago…it was a real honour to be in a room full of some truly passionate and hard working artists and also for all who came and supported, a beautiful night of celebration in the small town city of Calgary ❤️💛💚 

Shoutouts to 

@colville_troy , Shanise Ford, Suzanne Piechotta, Alexandra Jaco , Dean Miller (incredible painter artist human featured at the end of the minimo) @bluvelvetti @gbglassblowing @gkpainting @dawsonbrown.sickbassbro @saga_of_the_frog @plasticheartsurgery and all the artists and humans involved @junctionyyc 👌 please tag people I missed in the comments ❤️ my Mom and Dad and Nicole, to all my family and friends, couldn’t have done it without your help, you know who you be, you rock👌🌞👌

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Getting up at 4:30 am seems ridiculous, when it’s for art it’s alright with me. 


The setup is a lot of work, editing 180 art works is no easy task however with a bunch of hyper talented artists working in unity you get is me pretty sweet results. 
KillMidi from Lethbridge AB was one of many folk on the wheels of steel and made the room vibrate with some sweet sounds. 

Yes I put art up in the entrances of the washrooms, one of my first art shows I did was in a restroom hallway, turned out to be a great place to show work, who knew…

Art is a bridge and brings us together, end of story. 

‘The Symbols of Spring’ by Shanise Ford and Alexandra Jaco 

Hälts in nearly all white, pre show and ready for the night, a light in the night, fresh canvas, clean slate, reclaiming spirit, pure soul, authentic to the bone and so on.

The future looks bright. 


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Solitude 

I have heard the desert is a place of stillness. It is somewhere one can go to find solitude, and once there even loneliness fades away as memories lose their reference. Here the imagination can be whatever it wants to be, unhinged, it floods the desert with a magical whim. Perhaps this is why I am a painter, the need for solitude and stillness.

When I sit and paint it is a requiem, an act of rememberance to honour those who painted before me, the brave souls who sacrificed all sorts of life comforts, guided only by their voice, their craft, their art. When I paint I am in a place of stillness, peace, and contemplation. In this place I can breathe how I want to breathe, which is slow, and long. Sometimes it takes a whole day to find that zone and by night I go for as long as I can before exhaustion sets in. There are days when I don’t want to work and it can be a fight to work through it. As soon as my hands get to work the idea of not working fades away into oblivion. Everyone has their way of doing things, and I suppose I am no different. My art has been my own invention, albeit I have borrowed and taught myself techniques that are far from new. I have managed to put them together uniquely in my own way. Painting is an experience, a process, some trials, some errors, frustration, anguish, joy, peace, zen, and without a doubt there will more paint required. One can learn techniques and process, however the subject of the art and what I’d call the fuel is something one has to discover for themselves. I have discovered that art is a bridge, so whether or not I am making a surreal painting, or I am making something realistic, my focus is in how to establish a connection with the viewer. I am not entirely sure whether these insights interest you or not, I am not the best at talking about myself.

 I do find it fascinating that I am in the eyes of science very close to being a chimpanzee, a matter of a few different strands in my DNA, isn’t that something, and yet I am also close to something beyond the physical world that which I cannot see, yet sense and feel as being everywhere, omnipresent, and sacred. I honour the sacred in every painting sesshin, that is perhaps why I love painting, it is a slow process that makes me aware of subtle rhythms and movements, even though I am in my solitude, I do not feel alone when I am in the zone. 

hälts minimotion 

‘new adventure’ 🚀 hälts minimotion with soundscape ‘chimp love’ featuring my day working on ‘sacred place’ and you know what it went pretty f⚓️🌜king well all said and done, still got some work to do, what’s new.




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stages in process

hälts hybrid art featuring a detail of ‘sacred place’ and painters tape and paper.

zig zags, going back to the beginning…

hälts painting zone, sacred space


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undulations and a mural called ‘Creator’

Life really does come in undulations, sometims it peaks, sometimes you fly over the falls, sometimes you go deep, and than cycle back to the top.

 

🌀Following a couple days of rest I can begin to plan my next and more than likely last couple sesshins on my latest mural ‘Creator’ which features the 3 jewels of art: consciousness, energy, and the gift of Life. A string of experiences led to this vision, it was sitting in my minds eye for quite sometime and once I found the right wall similar to a waterfall it flowed out of my head beautifully. I always leave room for whimsy, for a mural is a dance, as Cuban friend and muralist once told me, what a gem of wisdom because murals are a lot of work, but when you turn it into a dance it seems you can go on what feels like forever, time falls away, deadlines fall away, pressure falls away, it is just pure creative zealous and a drive thay makes it happen,  along with a few good friends stopping by with music and curisosity, a mice warm hot keal for a special soeone on between sesshins, and people passing by on the street who take the time to send a positive message, that keeps me going too. More to come soon my friends, I am just putting together a timelapse video, that I think is goong to be a lot of fun. Thank you for check it this out. Mahaloness.

 

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Link to my RageOn! store where you can purchase your very own Mahaloness hältsART All-over printed wearables and other useful items for this Lifetime. Made in limited batch runs so to keep it extra special.