Mahaloness

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


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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’


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art makes it a better place 

‘howl moon’ 🎥 new hälts minimotion featuring a couple current wolf paintings at various stages, a moon from the hälts watercolour collection, and joshy my little buddhy oh and a little intro mis en scene to set the mood 🌞 soundscape ‘night blue’ 

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I have been on a long and slow creative cycle. Only now am I starting to see the efforts of my work. Despite my doubt that hangs like an ominous cloud in my mind’s eye, I continue to go forward with the work, courageous, perhaps even stubborn, possibly even foolish. The other night I put together a portion of my work in one room and just sat with it. I had not done this for sometime, mostly due to the fact that I have been so immersed in my work. It just never dawned on me to step back, which Picasso thought was the last thing an artist should do before completion of the work. At this point I only have a sense that I am not quite done what I set out to do. As it stands I have few more paintings to complete, and I am just beginning to entertain the idea of a show, or shows in the not so distant future. When I look at my work up against the wall I think of all those lonely hours toiling away in the studio, just me and my paints, and brushes. Painting has been my companion for a good long while. It has been a bridge to so many wonderful experiences inside and outside of the studio. When it’s my time I will have no regrets for the time and the sacrifices I made to make this art possible. I have faced rejection, I have faced vandalism on some of my street art work in the past year, and yet the universe has responsed with more opportunities to create and continue the work. It’s a delicate balancing act between doing what I want to do without compromising my integrity, and surviving in the real world. The later one eats your dreams and aspirations, with no remorse. I don’t know what the right way is, I don’t claim to be an expert, a guru, a master, or any of those things, I am as human who happens to be a painter artist. I know that I will die one day. This gives me incentive to make the most of my time, and put my energy towards things I think make this world a brighter place. I have also the support of my fiends and family, which makes all the difference in the world. When I paint I often dedicate my sesshins to people out there in the world, and with intention send them good thoughts, good energy and perhaps tap into an ancient form of communication that out modern civilization has forgotten how to use. I used to think Art was a selfish act, however it is the sharing and making connections with people through art that shatters any notion of it being simply for myself and my own ambitions. I am a champion for human imagination, and using all of our gifts including creativity and art to make this world a better place. 

I have my apprehensions when it comes to social media, I try to use it as a tool and not get too lost in its smoke and mirrors.

the spoils 🌞 hälts hybrid art


a new watercolour WIP yet to be titled.

‘tonight’s sesh goes out to all the hard work’ 🐇 hälts studio always in flux, where the work goes down, and around, full circle, one paint stroke at a time ❤️ I am continuing to send the Aloha to Timmy



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sorrow into joy 

At the moment I don’t have many words to write, so the following minimotion and fotoMahaloness is my words, they express my inner spirit, and is the result of my efforts as of late. I am an artist, yes. I am also a human being who experiences love, joy, sorry, grief, and yes I do get overwhelmed at times. I know how to stay busy, to work hard, to paint, to draw, and make movies. I have faith in my art and I acknowledge that I am surrounded by some truly wonderful friends and family, an ocean of love that helps me through those difficult days. I would be lying if I said I have never felt defeat. I have had moments when I thought I was going to lose my mind, questioning the path I have chosen, it all part of the experience. However unlike Van Gogh I have managed to keep my ear in tact, and truth be told there’s more work to be done which I’ll need both ears for. 

minimoiton 

‘howl moon’ 🎥 new hälts minimotion featuring a couple current wolf paintings at various stages, a moon from the hälts watercolour collection, and joshy my little buddhy oh and a little intro scene to set the mood 🌞 soundscape ‘night blue’ 

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some of the hälts painting oeuvre

‘morning ritual’ hälts hybrid art

‘soft eye’ hälts hybrid art

the work desk, and some paintings watercolour and acrylic, notes, and various tools and art paraphernalia

3-D wolf paint WIP

‘wolfy’ hälts hybrid art


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carry on 

I am most likely going to stumble with my words here a bit….with that said I will attempt to blog it up. I have been through what I can only discribe as an early winter near death experience. Now I realize death is a strong word. Many humans I have met in the course of my life pilgrimage fear it in one way or another. If you have been touched by its sorrow, than these words will likely strike a chord. However in this case I am not writing about the literal meaning, no, what I mean is the death of the self, in an effort to get back to true form. This true from is the start of a new self, one who is ready for what’s to come and also present in the moment, aware of its self and clear minded. I have accrued a lot of information over the last year or so and it gets to a point where it becomes extra weight to carry. Now I don’t mind carrying a load, I am a film worker after all, I serve the production in an effort to get something accomplished, and efficiently as possible. This is something I carry into the studio and put that into my life’s work. When I paint, I am the painter painting, I am in my true form. By doing so the work becomes much more enjoyable and much less arduous. There are cases when I can choose to make a painting about that weight, and this has been a successful endeavour from time to time, however it is taxing on the system, so not too much, just a little bit. On occasion I get right in the way of my self, deluded, a cloud fills the mind. It can be difficult to manouver through those currents. They are powerful and similar to the ocean must be respected. When I refuse to respect my true self this can create chaos, which again might be good for a painting, initially, however it can also double, sometimes triple my work load, and can result in the loss of patience. Patience is key in my opinion, or at least this is what painting teaches me. Unfortunately life isn’t just painting, and this is where patience becomes difficult to practice. When everything is going at once, this is where things can go a bit sideways, if you know what I mean. So as of late I am working on shedding some layers that have accrued over the past year, and finding peace and clarity in the process, thereby less weight, and the higher likelihood of reaching true form. Always keeping in mind that life is not something I can control, however I am ready for changes, adaptable, I make adjustments, and in the words of an old mural friend Jamie, carry on! 

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pictures to go with words 

It is a time to face the dragon within without slaying it.


it was destiny that brought me to this one wheeled electric skateboard, the foto represents how I felt in that moment, and yes that’s me as a little person.


this is JD he hires me as a film worker, as a grip, he is a key grip, champion and all around amazing human

a tool of my trade, the ol trusty dolly, that I call Dali!

a 3-D wolf head I am currently painting, and a cedar waxwing drawing for reference.

‘pink moon’ hälts hybrid art combining ‘therinathropica’ and flora I documented in Mexico

this is a section of my current body of work, the hälts oeuvre is flourishing.


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Resilient 

Something I have learned being an artist is you never really know what’s going to happen next. What I mean is there is an uncertainty that goes along with it and this makes for a completely different set of problems and challenges that most sane humans would avoid like the plague. For instance there is just making a career for yourself, which sounds easy enough, but turns out it’s not so easy. I have been the poor starving artist, I have walked that walk, paid my dues and I don’t plan on going back to that anytime soon, despite the fact it’s always in the back of my mind. I will say there were moments of brilliance in my days of the struggling artist, one tends to dig deep when it appears the ship is sinking. However I learned early on the body can only go so far before things happen, the organs say slow down man. I think I have learned through my own volition that a man of desperation doesn’t always make the best decisions. And a man who doesn’t eat goes hungry. Might of worked for the Miro’s of the art annals of times past, however I just don’t recommend it for long. This has been a journey my friends and is why to this day I give people a chance, because there were some that did give me a chance, and those are the building blocks to making art your entire life without dying young, and or quitting all together. The world has never been an easy place, there have been events throughout history that has pushed humans to their limits, and yet we being resilient continue to carry on, that’s what keeps me going, anyway I hope you can appreciate the accompanying fotos, a documents of my life as a Canadian not starving artist. 

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Slices of time from in and out of the studio. 

the wolf in me, hand painted 3-D object in the works

abstract no.3 and wolf head on the works

abstract no.2 in the works

a recent drawing from hälts green lodge book

textures are lovely

in it moment



Retrospect 

self portrait ‘hälts’ artist and sometimes film worker

butterfly drawing 201….

a drawing I made not so long ago for a short art video that never saw the light of day.

hälts painting ‘easty westy’ made in 2006, it is a painting I made after living 4 months in Toronto, the big smoke, and debuted in my first solo exhibit in Calgary at Artfirm, no longer.



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Creative Worker 

 I am a difficult stubborn human being with a heart of gold. I bare many scars, I must of been a warrior in another life. I am a human who chose to take the path of art, with no specific goal, just to be in the present and create as much art as a I can in this short lifetime. I fall in love too easily, this has created a few masterpieces. I often paint for hours on end, and take intermittent smoke breaks in the alley way. I like to stare up at the stars at night and take in the glow of the moon. I love peanut butter on toast, and boil my eggs for 9 minutes, which seems to be the perfect amount of time. When I am not painting I drink coffee, and make things to eat. I once put a girlfriend in a painting, I have since stopped that practice. I have worked with humans with terminal illnesses. I have held a man’s hand in his dying moments. I like to paint with Otis, the next generation, he gives me advice on life and teaches me patience. In a matter of speaking I am a ghost, unknown, right in front of you, even though you would say you never saw me. They say every man needs a companion, I guess mine has been painting, steady, always there when I need her, and puts up with my moods, she seen me at my worse and best, and yet always there, omnipresent. It is a mystery as to why I ended up an artist, I guess you could say it was fate. It seems to me that there is still plenty of Mystery left in the world. I have tended to pay close attention to what’s going around me. Whether it is a look on someone’s face, a smile, a tear, a far away stare in the reflection of a train window, a bird in the tree, this is the pulse that I am interested in. I have long been an observer of things, watching the world unfold before my eyes, which by all accounts is directed by an insatiable curiosity. It’s as if I have Orson Welles directing the picture show that is my life, capturing the accidental moments, strange happenings, this is normal for me. I see things that most miss, not because they can’t see it, they are distracted by touch screens and neurotic scrolling, looking for something better than their mundane existence. This mundane is only mundaneness because we have lost the joy of our being in the moment. We are chasing dreams, or running away fromh things, depending on how you look at it. Perhaps this is why time flies, were always seeking the next bend, the next big thing, that will save us from our loneliness. Orson Welles said it best, “love and friendship is the nearest thing that we can find to create the illusion that we are not totally alone.” Well my friends I am happily alone to be me in this world that spins around and around, no beginning, no end, cycling with the cycles, writing blogs and making art in between. 

Now a foto to go with words above and a new minimotion.

‘moonbeams’ 

🎥 a hälts minimotion sepia ail feature of a full moon sesh last night, under the glow did paint flow and human turned artist in the solitude of his home. 

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These are some recent docufotos of life in and out of the studio. 

The latest creation abstract no.3 which looks to be a diptych

spirit of my silence

I started to lay out my work to see where I am at with things.

new finished abstract painting no. 2 hanging on the wall with headlamp light illumination.

the studio in flow zone.

my black shroud as I shed some layers.

ideas in head made into a quick rendering for further thought.

me and Otis painting.


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Life experience is worth more than Jordan Pertersons words. 

I guess you could say that I have seen a few things in my youngish kind of old years. I have always felt the urge to explore, whether it was a kid in a forest or a grown man roaming in a city. I am what Jordan Peterson would call an open mind. If you don’t know who he is perhaps do a Google search and you’ll find a man who is making quite the impact on young men in particular while also gaining resistance from people who are different from the model he projects. I grew up in a conservative household, my parents both working professionals, and also just all around busy people. I was not raised to be an artist, or an explorer, although the latter might not be true, my parents explored many things in their life and no doubt this had an impact on me growing up. They insisted on getting an education and I went all the way through University where I received a degree in Physical Geography. My parents did their best, and tried to contain me as best they could. When I got to closer to legal age I was a little harder to contain and my explorations broadened to other cities, provinces, states and countries. According to Jordan Peterson I have wasted $2,400,000 of revenue I could of been generating working a 9-5 job in the last 20 years. I must be mad…. that is a lot of money, isn’t it? Considering the coast of a house, a car, a family, and all those little surprises that pop up in life, that doesn’t seem like a good deal to me. Instead I chose to pick up a paint brush, a camera, a pen, and all those wonderful tools that a creative open minded person has available to them, and started making art. Instead of a house I chose to paint a house, and not a real house, a painting of a house. Instead of playing the stocks, I have played countless podcasts, albums and perhaps have set a record for most consecutive listens of the Joni Mitchell song ‘a case of you’ mostly because she has a couple verses that goes like this:

“I am a lonely painter, I live in a box of paints” 

She is right about that, however I also get out of that box from time to time in order to explore life. So the following is a collection of images from years gone by which consists of my photography, painting, explorations into the great world we live in, and artworks from the creative explorations, from studio to abroad. 

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I took this b&w foto in Toronto Canada back in the day when I was going to film school there.

multi creator a hälts hybrid art piece that is a mural I made and a foto I took in Mexico looking out to the Pacific Ocean.

Present, a hälts hybrid which combines two paintings into this contemplative artwork

hälts digital art, I like to make light of news stories and the cigar shaped alien probe flying through space is no exception

this is me in an ‘in it’ moment, art is a gift we humans have and I am a steward who will gladly carry that torch forward and pass it on to the next generations.

this is John he saw me make this mural all the way through, a champion and one of the few people who was able to see what I was doing and passed along some wisdom that made the mural next level and something the community cherished while it lasted.

hälts hybrid art featuring an eagle I made into an animation and my paint palette

a pure abstract I have been working on, going back to my painting roots in the abstract realm

my studio and a few of my recent paintings, explorations in creativity and the space I call home.


Mornings in Mexico 

My travels have been both epic and so rewarding, I went to Mexico last spring and ended up doing three murals while I was there, as well as taking the morning scenes, it was like being a dream, if you want to know more a about that I suggest reading ‘Mornings in Mexico’ by D.H. Lawrence. anch chances are I will sit down one of these years and wrote a book that rough on my experience in that magical place. 

roosters are such interesting creatures, they are all over the place and when one calls it starts a chain reaction of roosters that crosses the land, so cool.

a man and his load

we all have to do things to make a living, this lovely man chooses to keeps people cool in the heat of the day, support these people when you see them, they are genuine and loving people with hearts of gold.

another morning encounter, this scene is made for a movie, except a movies rarely pull off this kine of authenticity.

my little mural in Zicatela, Puerto Escondido, that was made with community spirit and through the help of friends, so much love for you all.

I don’t even know how to convey how awesome this mural as to make, the experience remains a deep part of my being.

Otis and I collaborating on a mural he designed for his home in Mexico, passing on the torch.

me in front of my mural for ‘Elephant Garden’ in Zicatela, a proud moment, the stoke is real.