Mahaloness

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


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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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random thoughts

I often think of myself as strange. I observe the people coming into my life, and the people going. I practice being in the moment because the past is done, and the future is zombies, neither one defining me, nor who I am. I have been practicing the art of presence, Being present, opening up, not so much an open book, more open to the little things that remind me that I am here, loved, and loving. For instance my little rabbit friend, Hectar, who does not judge me, nor shoot projections my way, he is just Hectar, he feels safe and trusts me, day in, day out, a constant reminder that love has no bounds, it does not change, even if everything else does when time has it’s way.

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My freedom is my art, my art is my heart and soul.

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Art stops me dead in my tracks. (painting: the radiant dali on cardboard from art deliveries, full circle. 

Now a hält minimotion featuring BC and stages of some watercolours I have been working on last couple weeks.

‘​Bee to a Flower’

​Painting is….my life, my heart, my spirit.

Life colours our hearts. I do what I can, sometimes it doesn’t seem like enough. Sometimes I take a walk to ease the anxiety that chases me down, looking up top the sky, it’s soft colour palette gentles the mind. I do what I can to make the memories fade, the ones that broke my spirit, hurt my heart and left me in shame. Slowly it fades, the river flows by, a bird effortlessly glides and a friend chases a friend on a Lime down the lane.

my new website for the curious haltsart.com


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nothing more nothing less 

What is the solution? Do we just conform? Do we just obey and comply?  What is going to bring us to a balance? Is there enough time to turn things around? Do things need to be turned around? Are we so far gone that we have just given up? Are we so corrupted that we just can’t even begin  to come clean? Are we so blind that we cannot even see? Is it an illusion? Does it matter? Do I stay? Do I go? Do I be present? Do I watch and do nothing? Do I listen? Am I here? Is this happening? What can I do? Should I just be? Why are we not listening? Why do we argue? Why do we fight? Why do we kill? Is alcohol the answer? Is gambling making a difference? Is anything worth fighting for, winning? I try to understand, I try to be patient, I try to be quiet, so I can listen. What do I hear? What do I see? I can’t make any sense of it. I don’t see the point. I only see that it’s tearing us apart. Are we are all in the same boat, hurtling through an infinite space of misery? Wait. I must listen to my heart, what remains of it, under the scars. 

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tonight’s paint sesshin ‘painting for wounded earth’ a watercolour that depicts Windermere BC, looking out to the eagle’s nest.

another metaphor

when I go to the desert this will be my way.


A portrait I have wanted to paint over but can’t find it in my heart to do so…Appreciation moment 

My mom painted these sometime in the 70’s, she showed me them just recently, made my day, art has that power to do that when it’s made with meaningfulness, even if you may not know it at the time you paint it, if that makes sense. 


A Note: No I do not use grammar apps, they suck, they suck the life right out of writing, and make us as uniform as wonder bread, which is not my cup of tea. 

THEY DO LIVE!


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Landscape 

Gratitude, love and respect flow through my brush, onto a piece of paper, so the story goes for this painter man. Softening the effects of life’s edge, and silencing the battle between good and evil. I try to be strong, sometimes it feels like a losing cause, this the doing of the doubting mind playing tricks on me. Truth be told, in the depth of my being, lives the real truth, the only truth, and that is, it is just as it is supposed to be, I am fine, golden, and genuine.  For many years I thought sadness has followed me, and for the longest time I could not find, the reason, the root, the cause, only false leads and unintentional misdeeds, testing the unconditional love of family and loved ones. Some left, they tried their best, my love no less, and so it goes for this painter man. What lies ahead, I cannot express, for this I do not know. Just know that the light will shine, and I will continue on, in grace, with dignity, and in honour of the ones who gave their lives to the greater meaning. 

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‘the simple things’ 

A hälts minimoiton with soundscape ‘right hand left hand’ featuring nothing other than life itself. The watercolour landscape painting titled  ‘A painting for wounded Earth’ is of a special place in my heart along the banks of the mighty Columbia River, Windermere BC, Canada. I am currently on a watercolour and landscape trend, when Nature speaks I have learned to listen, if you know what I mean. It must be said that the subject matter may change however the heart and soul that goes into my work is unchanging, timeless, unbound, and universal. 


Painting for Wounded Planet


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Red

 A hälts minimotion featruing the annals of hälts art history reflecting my humanity and a little bit about my process. It features a layering of clips including my moms rose garden, a bc eagle in its natural habitat, hälts painting a mural, and a layer of ritual. There is a metaphor or three in there. 


Dedicated to my Mom and Dad for they are amazing. 


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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