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.

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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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Time 

There is but a bitter sweet taste 

that lingers on

cycling trivialities 

to distract what’s real 

corrupt love and friendship

leaving a path of senseless destruction 

to the one who I loved 

but could not love

I forgive you 

and so 

Off I go

down these city sidewalks 

whose sparkle has been lost

some time ago. 

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the hälts black and white archive treasure trove documenting the passage of time however timeless in that they bring me directly back to that very moment.  


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time travel 

To keep words to a minimum which perhaps might seem counterintuitive to a blog called WordPress… as the old saying goes a photo says a thousand words and my minimotions multiply that tenfold. First up some flora from my mom’s magic garden. I have been blessed all these years with her green thumb wizardry, a true sanctuary it is, so peaceful and easy on the eyes, nose, ears, touch, mind, soul….


And now a couple of minimotions including on the road footage from a recent film job I was on, travelling back in time. 

​​’saw horses’ 💛 hälts went to the ranch for some work minimoiton.

​’travelling thru prehistorica’ 🚜 hälts time travel minimotion with soundscape ‘swollen river’ featuring some on the road footage captured in the past few dayzzzzzz. 

​​​’time travelling at the speed of the moon’ 🚜 hälts minimotion with soundscape ‘now and then’ featuring a bunch of recent footage travelling along country roads at the crack of dawn, and some backyard painting with some flash edits of a magic bus mural I once painted…perhaps a response to the recent sighting of the beast.

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be the mountain 


the badlands 
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yellow roses from my mom’s garden

sanctuary garden

old mural days and a WIP called ‘Creator’ do we or do we not hold the key to the universe?…

red bear or blue bear (painting detail)

wolf man from the hälts drawing book collection

made moons ago, I guess I was thinking about the modern self portrait

mural spontaneous mural 2012 Paia town North Shore Maui


Everything comes around and goes around; forgetting, letting go, moving onwards is futile until one finds it within themselves to forgive and be forgiven. 

early hybrid art incorporating a b&w photo and painting using digi tech


Lastly and no less important than anything else shared on this post I wanted to continue to remind and or introduce folks to my new website haltsart.com which features my art on very useful items with you in mind, all made in Canada and with 100 % pure Aloha.