Mahaloness

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


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I think therefore I paint

Over the course of my artistic practice I have been thinking about what it means to be a painter. Some artists believe they were born to paint. Others were born into paint. While some artists are just enigmas, and we may never really know why they made the art they did. So why paint? What should I paint? Who am I painting for? Am I any good? These are good questions to ask yourself, however in the act of doing these tend to become irrelevant. In the act of being a painter my intuition takes over, which is higher state of self that I have come to know and trust in my work. This is a good thing as there is a lot of uncertainty involved in the process which the doubting mind loves to feed on. It is key to see things through, this has been my life motto, even when all seems lost, and nothing is going right, I keep working through it, and this has been a real area of discovery for me.

My curiosity with painting is perhaps the mystery of painting in itself. I can’t help myself but be drawn to the mystery and, I have made it my life’s purpose to explore it. I have focused on learning ways to make pictures that are genuine hälts; with all the weirdness, the magic, the sorrow, the joy; the nuances of being human whilst living in these silly world. I am by no means well known, however I make art that is both beautiful, celebrated and adorned by some very beautiful humans out there who through chance I have had the great pleasure to meet in this lifetime.

Side note and after thoughts on painting….

I once met a man who believed our lives are predetermined, such that we have no say in our destiny. I am more inclined to believe we do have the capacity to steer our own ship, however there is a flow and rhythm to life, so determining how you want to ride through it is a good starting point. My ship happens to be art, and my main sail is painting. Art has some pretty deep roots to tap into and even after all these years of practice I have yet to fully understand it. Art remains to me a truthful experience documenting life’s mystery and just as winters reveal bits of the truths about ourselves, mark by mark, painting by painting I am revealing my experience. This may not be your experience however surely there is some common ground, that which defies the rational, and hits on some deeper spiritual level. In my practice I am expressing my truth, my inner light, and channeling what gos through my mind. This perhaps is not too disimliar to what my ancient ancestors were doing when they painted on a cave wall. When I work I am very aware of my feelings, my mood, my thoughts and my spirit. This in part is what I am communicating along with the mystery, the unknown and the irrational.

hälts minimoiton archive 2016

hälts working on a mural called ‘Creator’, a public art installation piece for peace of mind.

 

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a window into the hälts painting oeuvre


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the sun and the city dream 

It’s a lonely journey towards the sun

with all my love I carry on

farther I travel into this desert of space

this anger, the sorrow 

I put aside

burdens lift

drifting effortlessly

the mind settles

a still pond

 

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I often walk alone on this journey, spending hours alone, working away in my tiny studio, immersed in my craft, my art, steadfast in flow. Here I paint my pictures, no other soul in sight, and quite often late into the night.  

This is a painting I am currently working on lit from behind. There is a portrait underneath that was something I lost enthusiasm for, and for various the other reasons that shall remain a mystery. It’s interesting backlit, ghostly you could say. 

I have been a tourist in my own city, roaming around documenting the growth, the movement, and the flux. I find the city to be a lonesome place, all these structures, many only partly occupied, people in transit moving from one tower to th next,  this is an ongoing series I call, citylife. 

hälts minimotion 

‘the city I call home (urban tourist)’ 🎥 new hälts minimotion with soundscape ‘the discovery of something new’ featuring a bunch of footage gathered along a walk in the city I call home, and a few bits of a studio sesh working on a relatively new painting you could say. ❤️ much respect to all who make this journey bright ❤️


Inside the studio

A space always in flux, where happiness, sorrow, and all that falls in between, flows into an ocean of creativity, no other place I’d rather be. 

‘conjunction’ hälts hybrid art


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I 1

A piano score I made in 2009 called, ‘an imperfect offering’ I am by no means a pianist trained and or pro, however I like to sit down and play my moms piano whenever I ge the chance. 

I am a dreamer, an artist, a painter, a brother, a friend, a son,  an enemy, a colleague, a lover, a fighter, a human. I experience joy, I experience sorrow. I walk, I talk, I eat, I breathe, I live. I am a giver. I am a rebel. I am strong. I am weak. I am nature, I am a machine. I observe life, I paint from life, I make no bones about it. My intentions are pure, my art is unique. In a world where we settle for marginal and good enough, I aim to push through that and exceed my loftiest of dreams. Some have tried to stop me, some have tried to help me. I am lucky to have the kind of love and support to get me through the lows, the valleys. I am a complex, I am complexed. I am furious, I am joyous. I want to make a painting bigger than my feelings. I want to make art that tells a story, a continuation of stories, some my own, while others passed on to me. I am nobody, I am somebody. I am ego. I am sprit. I am changing, life is changing. I am growing, I am am shrinking. I see beauty. I see suffering. I see love. I see hate. I hear silence, I hear noise. I listen to you. I appreciate you. I love you. I fear you. There is no one label that I feel comfortable with in yet these are all things I am judged against. I am confused, frustrated, and bent out of shape. I am Zen like, at peace, sitting in silence. I am reasonable, rational, an intellect. I am irrational, I am abstract. I am emotional. I am sensitive, and even empathetic. I have no feelings, no emotion, I am a stone in a stream. I am closed, back in 5, ok I am good. I am nostalgic. I am sentimental, a product of the past. I am the future, the present, a friend when you need it. I am loyal, determined and even stubborn. I love the sky, the clouds, the moon. I am alone in my solitude. I am surrounded by love and joy. I am poor, I am rich, I am even, and off balance just a tick. I walk tall, I fall, I rise, and walk again. I am the voice in your head, the person behind the text. I am real, if only a dream, than real in a dream sense. I like to roam the streets at night. When the city sleeps I am in my studio. I’m not supposed to be living here all alone. I am supposed to rich and famous. I am not supposed to be living alone. I am supposed to be calling you. I am supposed to be feeling good. I am supposed to be running. I am supposed to be organizing. I am supposed to be giving you the time of day. I am not supposed to be feeling this way….so be it I really have no complaints… ( followed by a sad horn from a Mexican love song) 

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When I walk through my city I am often in awe of the growth this place has seen in the last 20 years. This is my home, it has been both good to me, and and it has been challenging as well. I am very connected to the land here, and the sky.  It’s colours spectrum a delight to the eye. I usually avoid the downtown if possible, mostly going for appointments and meetings. The other day I went for a walk into the core to change things up a bit. What did I see? Well, I saw this…

A painting I am currently working on. I have been intentionally making the subject become unrecognizable, not my usual kind of work however this painting is about something I think we can all relate to, it is the end of a feeling, the moving on from something, someone, and the degradation of that memory. It is not exactly easy subject matter however I want to paint and convey deeper emotions that are relatable to many of my fellow humans, and the subject matter however personal serves a higher purpose when it comes to dealing with sorrow and the human condition. 


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random 

Sometimes I think life is random. Some days I think it is destiny. Some will tell me it is fate. However I ended up in this life, I am here and maintaining the one thing I know, chop wood, fetch water. 

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These days I find myself in the studio working on my work, mostly in silence. The paint gods have been kind, and the flow steady and somewhat prolific. I appreciate the process to the utmost degree. My intentions are good, however it has come to my attention that it can be conflicted by the introduction of subjectivity. Why I paint and make art is no mystery, I love what I do and I only put love into my work. If my work brings up things in someone that they may not agree with, I can not do much to change this. My life is art, my art is life. 

hälts in a sentimental moment

hälts hybrid art ‘in between’

the studio in flux, looking at a recent abstract work, adding some last touches.

my painting ‘SLO’ c.2018 acrylic on canvas

notes from the underground

paint palette painting

potential future canvas….


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wordless


Now some words from hälts pictured above….

There is a metamorphosis going on, the acknowledgement of pain and suffering as part of the experience and acceptance of its weight. Strengthen spirit, forgiveness, honouring the work done in the passing cycle and arrival to new understanding. Rebirth of compassion while seeking the underlying truth, what lies underneath the veil and exposing the light within. Channeling inner rage and fierceness  into powerful works of art without hindrance, free from fear, expectation and result. Going deep, treating painting and art with the utmost respect and honouring the gift given. 
© hälts 2018 

All art here is my own made my me hälts and also a few collaborations with my foamie family down in southern Mexico. All images are not to be used by people who do not respect the message, if any of these images resonate with you please do use them as a screensaver, print a small poster, whatever you need to do, if there is a connection listen to it. Art is a bridge and and my purpose is to share my art with everyone. This is my New Years gift to you. Any questions please email me at mahaloness@gmail.com or leave a comment. Let’s make this world a better place this year and say goodbye to the things that haunt us so we can reach our true potential, together. Peace, prosperity and well being to you all. 


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the everything  

It is true that nothing stays the same. Everything that we know is always in flux, always in motion. The oceans tides moving in and out, the moons path across the sky, and the sun’s rise at dawn. When I experience the glow at dawn secretly I never want it to end,  and yet it does every time. Or how about those periwinkle coated clouds at sunset, you know the ones. It all seems infinite. It all seems so perfect. I cherish the connection I have to the natural world, it is a such a gift we share with so many things, it really is everything. 

I looked into the sun as child, and a I learned to respect the sun. 

…and now a new minimotion for your viewing pleasure. 

‘stare into the flame (day 15)’ 🌖 new hälts minimoiton with soundscape ‘night void’ featuring a meditative timelapse of my newest painting WIP, along with some footage gathered along the quest. 

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Today’s letter of the day is E for everything and effort, because it takes effort to get something done right. 

hälts hybrid art ‘cold moon wolf’


Future

I am currently working on a new project for the spring, a mural in my neighbourhood, a redo if you will as the first mural was destroyed. Out of destruction something new will come to life, I am both excited and honoured to make a new mural the community can appreciate and visitors alike. I will do some future posts on that, you’ll just have to imagine it for now. 

studying the material is a key step in any mural project if you want it to last.


The sun went down and I couldn’t find another one…for a while. -Kurt Vile 

in the studio 

This is a new painting I have been working on. I stretched the canvas, primed it and now painting the painting, all of which is very satisfying and keeps me sane in this bassackwards world. It’s far from done, however the elements are starting to come together. Painting is constantly teaching me patience, and for the most part it has been an enjoyable experience.

except for he spilt paint, it happens…

paving the studio floor in gold and the sweatpants apparently…


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dignity 

I think as an artist you have to write your own history, you cannot rely on the outside to do this for you. Whether or not you think your story is worthy, it has been my experience it is.

hälts looking at his work looking back at him. -Bassbus circa 2011-12


The truth is I don’t have any idea where this ship is going because I haven’t gotten there yet. I have set a course, I follow the stars, putting trust in their guidance, which has gotten me this far. I have been on this vessel for quite some time, and there have been moments of complete peril when I thought she was going to sink. The thought of sunken treasure does have its appeal unless of course you are the sunken treasure than what is good is that? 

something new in the works

A Pirate’s Dream

I dreamt once about an ocean vanished, the only thing left a desert of rolling sand dunes, for as far as the eye can see. As I walked, further and further, I climbed one dune and then another. Each dune getting incrimnetally higher, and each one I climbed the same view once on top, endless dunes for miles and miles. As the desert swallowed me I slowly lost touch with my own identity. It was as if the blowing sand was scaling away all of my scorn, my guilt, and my shame. Petty things that had clouded my mind dissipated, leaving me at peace in the solitude of her embrace. Slowly polishing me into a soft shine. I woke up from this dream in peace and in that moment I felt my sense of dignity return. 

a commission painting for Jeff called ‘a pirates dream’