Mahaloness

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


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nirodha

Let’s set the tone with a hälts minimotion, motion picture experiments and quirky soundscapes, this one I did play on the accordion that I found buried in a closet, resurrected and definitely not perfected.

The end is near, it is always near, omnipresent although never quite certain exactly where it is, or when it will be. It cannot be denied, nor can be it be undone. Perhaps I have been on its precipice without knowing, however I have always thought it is not my time. Time is precious. the end has an ally, for time cannot be regained, once past, it is gone. Still though there is a lingering feeling, a feeling of loss, and sentimentality. Like a ghost it is there yet unseen. Can one even see a feeling? I have heard from wise ones that there are certain memories that never go away, but perhaps they get more bearable with time.

nirodha (cessation, ending) of this dukkha can be attained by eliminating all “craving, desire, and attachment” [7][8]    -Wikipedia guru

Now a lot of pictures of flowers taken in my moms garden, hard work is her secret weapon. I do believe a garden painting is highly probable. Currently I am still trying to make sense of the confusion, and where to go from here. I don’t believe in moving forward, it solves nothing, and is nothing more than another form of ignorance. There is only the present moment, the rest is a game, a theatre, a web of confusion. I am curious what would happen if we averaged out all the opinions on Earth, what would the outcome be? And really random, but perhaps still fitting, I wonder if a computer or AI took over, or has it already….would it have a preference for a certain philosophy, religion, movement, or would it find an average of all and create some kind of super power philosophy/religion that no human could debunk, or argue with, and opinions would just slip off its surface. Where do opinions originate from? So may questions so little time left, for the end is nigh, but is it? Even the thought of writing an ending is tough task…an ending to someone is a beginning to someone else. And as the Kurt Vonnegut epitaph goes, ‘So it goes’. (Slaughterhouse-Five)

 


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nature calls 

​First a visual poem. 

and now a poem inspired by Pablo Neruda, as reflected in the first line…

Today I can write the saddest lines. I can write about a heart that was crushed as the ice I walk on along the rivers edge. I can write about the loneliness that filled the void, and of the ghostly calls I hear at night. Inside a vision, a fire rages, thought to be out of control. Isn’t it interesting that a forest can be seen as a majestic thing of beauty and also be fuel to a fire. A call from the wild pulls my attention into the present moment. I appreciate the stillness. Nature heals, cleansing my soul.

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Paintings I have been working on during quarantine, quarantine art, which is still ongoing… My main duty at the moment is to take care of my elders. In being here I  sense that my heart is indeed just fine.

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My family, the people who made me, raised me, and cared for me. Now I return the deeds, full circle, reciprocity.

 

Nature calls… hälts minomotion featuring the call to the wild, I do a lot of research yes, both with technology and the internet/books, etc. as well as going to the natural world for lessons. It is important to get a feel of the subject matter I am working on.


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life

Someone said to me that we live in strange times. Funny though, when weren’t the times strange? It is easy to romanticise about the good old days. When you really look at the past there has been strangeness all along. We have fought in many many wars. We have experienced pandemics and plagues that wiped out large numbers of the population. There have been brutal dictators who took the lives of millions, all in the name of power and fame, or is it infamy. Humans as a lot have been particularly brutal to our Mother Earth, putting themselves above that which provide life for them. This is not just at the hands of the industrialists, it’s you and I, it’s everyone. We drive cars everyday. We jet set to get away form our lives, only finding we have to return to them. We consume goods like no ones business for pleasure; the insatiable need to taste the riches of our own individual successes. None of this is good or bad, it is just what we have done collectively, and collectively we have been swayed by our own arrogance, an ego shell in the form of the roles we play. But wait. There is human qualities that also have allowed us to endure even the hardest and darkest hours on this tiny blue and green dot. We are a resilient bunch, we have overcome so many obstacles and celebrated life when time permits. We praise thee God, the gods, the Creator, the thing that makes this this. We have weathered storms since the beginning of time and before time was time. Now time has stood on its head, by a virus, an obstacle, a messenger, perhaps even a prophet. Days that flew by now take a little longer, things slowing down, this translating into boredom for some. No doubt it would appear that our lives before the pandemic became intertwined with the global economy, codependent on each other to sustain. The desire to always be driven forward, never time to think about, let alone be in the present moment. The present moment an eternity, unchanging, true being, the I house. Nothingness that everything, all this stuff, passes through, coming and going, yet here the I am remains. It is a time to celebrate this life, rediscover our true self, put down our judgements, our guards, a rebirth of cool. Soon calm will follow after the storm. Now let the mind be free.

Note: These are my thoughts and shared thoughts of fellow humans that I have been resonating with during the last few weeks, I have experienced intermittent moments of anger and rage over the things outside of me, outside of my control. Perhaps we all have. We all have our way of dealing or not dealing with that which we face. I have found the hardship and the suffering have opened my heart up. Similar to the lake ice melting, I can hear the cracks, the booms, slowly opening up again after many years of struggle. Thank you Earth, Thank you family, and thank you friends. Thank you. We will be ok. Breathe.

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The sky is full of miracles.

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3 herons

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hälts minimotion ‘millions of dreams’ with soundscape ‘sky bound’

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a bee I did for a buddhy, bee like bee, let it bee…

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This group of paintings is representative of the thoughts and feelings that have come and go during this pandemic, moments of anger and emotions, moments of primal instincts, joy, and future visions. Ideas that come and go through this house, inner outer spirit remains true, no change. 

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one of my roles is care giver for my elderly parents. 

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sometimes purple haze


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while in solitude

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life death

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here and there

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protection

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shelter. (hälts painting) 

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grave with shining light

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the source of the light

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crystal bokeh

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turkey on the move

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life and death

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the painter man….. hälts minimotion featuring a painting made in the pandemic era.

 

 

In the back of my mind, something does not seem right.

 


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BC and Art…

I don’t have a whole lot of words to express. I could on about how I am feeling, or talk about the weather. Or, I might say that winter has been a chore, and most certainly not a bore. I embraced the winter this year, I let old things die, and revived a passion for my painting. I spent time with the elders, made them meals, spent time listening to their stories. It is strange that we write off the elders, and treat them with such little respect. Instead we blame them for this and that, the climate, the state of the environment, and so on. They did the best the could do. There is no reconciliation without first respecting the fact that the new generations will also make mistakes, and that in the future, they will be the ones who bare the weight. I myself, my little self, think as long as the children are laughing and playing, and that the earth provides us with life, that we ought to celebrate this life, and consider how lucky we are to be here. I know I am.

 

If you so happen to love the art you see here I invite you to please visit my new a revived website halts art online store, click here!

 


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World Whale Day

Once they are gone, they are gone, and no amount of money will ever bring them back. We as a specie are fast to throw money after devatstaing events thinking money will fix the crisis, it won’t, it never has, and it never will. We are more dependent on money than we are oxygen it would seem in these crazy times. Look what money has done for us, it has elected terrible leaders and made a few people very rich while the rest of us do their biddings so that they can see their stocks grow. What a conundrum we live in, what false beliefs we have perpetuated throughout the ages that money and wealth is king, Earth is is the real KING, the real QUEEN, Earth is the real deal, the rest is just a belief that has no real value at the end of the day.

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All artwork seen here is made by hälts, if anyone is interested in these artworks please do reach out by commenting or by email.

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thermal whale featuring critically endangered right whales, a mother and calf, the thermal background is the changing ocean temperature and chemistry due to climate change

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Creator mural 2016 with whale gliding through an egg that holds the universe.

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Mawyucan (whirlwind place) 40×60 in. acrylic mixed media on canvas with a whale just to the right of the subject

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Viking mural 2019 with whales in the lower right, subliminal messages are always evil like advertisement like to use, in this case a subtle hint of whale is done purposefully to suggest they have nearly vanished.

There is no such thing as duality, another made up concept that we fight and kill for, what is the point of this?

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behind

Behind the work, the paintings, there is a human. Life experience and the universal. Humbled, but not humble. I have been tempted to believe that what I do has no value, somehow unimportant, overlooked, underrated, a luxury item, privy to the few. No mind, let those think what they want to think. One says you should do this, meanwhile never stopping to see the painted canvas right under their nose. I am no lesser than those crowned as important, albeit quiet, one hears more in the silence. I have no regrets for taking this path, and would not trade it in for anything this world has to offer. I am fine with dying with all my artwork, a painting sold does not change a thing. These marks I make come from my heart and soul, an inner spirit unwavering to what life brings. Mind wants to say you’ve had enough, tears that fill an ocean, brought back to life as rain. Those who have witnessed the magic how I do love dear. I don’t believe in hope, I don’t believe in hype. I don’t make art for fun except when it is. I don’t believe in what most people tell me, I do as inner spirit says. I don’t expect you to understand this, I don’t want to explain because you want me too. I trust in art and the I am. There is no planning for the future, no ten year plan. There is no what’s before me, nor the illusion of the past. Look beyond the superficial, and see there is grit, there is sorrow and there is pain, there is love, even when it rains. Lovingly transformed into beautiful art, for a garden grows from the waste of what is left behind. I am who I am, a reislient , heart strong, empathetic, no fool to the game, human being to my last breath.

‘SLO’ painting acrylic on canvas 2018, a 2 year painting project, available

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‘Mawyucan’ acrylic and mixed media on canvas, I do actually know the subject in this painting, or at least one time I did, availableIMG_9692

I like to go to remote places to paint, somewhere in Oaxaca Mexico.IMG_9677

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sometimes solitary, sitting quietly with canvas. IMG_9620

the silent assassin at work. IMG_8945

here one moment, gone the next. IMG_8954

ULLR bar mural Invermere BC 2019 Part 1IMG_9067

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full ULLR bar mural 2019 likely will keep adding elements. IMG_8926

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Be well a friend said to me

Thank you

You too

My friend.

 

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💛 stay golden

special treat part 3 of the ULLR bar mural mini motion series.

 

Never give up.

The I am loves you.


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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. 

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‘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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minimal words

Humans are struggling at the moment, it will be interesting to see how things play out in this game of life.

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Minimal words today, so much to say however there is other work to be done….future blogs coming, thank you for your patience. For now here is a story in pictures.

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golden eagle

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chasing eagles is my other passion

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silly human…

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perhaps this eagle was someone I once knew… maybe deep down I want to be an eagle in my next lifetime. 

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…and soar wherever my wings will take me

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mystery scat, possibly mountain lion, could be bear…

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classic bear scat… likely a black bear

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autumn flora

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night flora

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painting with light

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night flag

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late late summer dance

Life’s a funny the thing. The things I said back then, that mostly fell on deaf ears, or were difficult to hear, or read, or understand… that not only did they come into some form of fruition, they became part of the vernacular.

A road less travelled, however travelled.

 

 


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live art soul sesh

For many years now I have been doing live art. It is a passion of mine and a unique aspect to my artistic practice. Recently I was asked to do some live art in the small BC town called, Invermere. This is near where my elders live and a place I have a deep and intimate connection with. I didn’t think it was going to be particularly busy as kids were back in school. This is kind of nice as it meant I could just enjoy painting outside and not feel any pressure to perform. This can be the case if it is a paid gig or a festival where there is lots of people watching your every move. This was a very chill live art session in the East Koots, a picture perfect evening, not too cold, not too hot.

That is until this lovely family showed up, from Italy, who had moved here because they fell in love with the place. Who could blame them really, it is magical, healing, breath taking, to name a few. I could just stare into the sky here for hours and be completely satisfied. As things progress I am introduced to Emma, who was a ball of energy, a mini sun. I quickly realised she had an eye for the painting and before I knew I was taking art direction form her. She pointed to above the bear and said rainbow here. How can I argue with that, bam, rainbow. Then it was a flower here, a butterfly there and before we knew it it was time to call it a day. I stepped back, a little high off paint fumes and just marinated in the is-ness. Moments like this are precious. As they left there was a sheer sense of creative bliss, and a painting that speaks volumes, completely unpretentious, and warm like the sun. The following day I participated in an art and farmers market and wouldn’t you know the family stopped by for a visit. Emma presented me with an illustration, seen below. My heart warmed 1.5 degrees. Life is a funny thing, when nothing seems to make sense, it says Aloha, remember me? In which I say, ” Indeed I do, it’s been some time, thank you for uplifting a wounded spirit.”

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live art picnic table styles

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a bear named Rose

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Emma B. illustration of the live art act

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hälts art at the Invermere BC artist and farmers market

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coffee dood

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Nature’s eye, always watching, always listening, a lesson through and through.

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watercolour WIP hybrid art

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mid stages of a new watercolour

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rainbow child

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parallel doorway(s)

Wearable art was my jam and where I first began.

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hand pirated wearable art

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hand painted wearable art

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hand painted wearable art

 

The duality of life…I try to find some middle ground, head full of phenomenon, a heart with broken strings, a spirit that never quits, albeit changes like the moon, waxes and wanes.

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