Mahaloness

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


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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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the fire 

I held her in my arms

We spun in dance 

Lost in the rhythm of a string 

and a piano chord 

Together on the ground 

spinning

Bathed in each other’s beauty 

 Two embers in a fire

burning for an eternity. 

🎥 minimoiton 

‘spinning’ 🌍 Nuevo hälts minimotion with soundscape ‘maple syrup on pancakes’ featuring a bunch of different segments working on a very special painting, one close to my heart. 


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We only get this one. 

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The following three images demonstrate how I use my drawing and paper cut outs to get composition, I do use modern technology as well but this method is tried, true and tested. 

just the ever so slightest adjustment to the garment

At this stage I am respecting my first marks made, before I continue on with the work. This is the stage where my brain switches to 3-D as I bring the subject to life. I will trust my drawings but also let the paint show me what’s possible. 

hälts painting ‘SLO’ and his new WIP chilling in the main room

Sometimes things go bassackwards, that’s alright, I appreciate you to the utmost degree. 

hälts hybrid art which features a watercolour called Oaxacan spirit, made in the mysterious land of southern Mexico, this is what I would call a spirit document.


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delicate thread 

A singer goes through  life and sings about it, a painter paints a painting. 

I wanted to take a moment to write a little about who I am, and what Art means to me. When I was younger I did not dream of being an artist. I dreamed of dragons, flying and the occasional nightmare, most likely related too much sugar. I do recall that throughout my life I have always wanted to draw, which I still practice to this day. The first drawings I remember the best were in junior high. I would draw sneakers, in all kinds of designs and was interested in creating new designs, and styles. I drew on whatever surface I had available and generally speaking I got in a lot of trouble for ‘doodling’ when I was supposed to be listening and paying attention to the class. The funny thing about that is I was listening, perhaps even better than I had not been drawing. Drawing has always given me that, a refuge if you will. As I grew up sports took over my life, I was training  9 times a week in competitive swimming and played hockey a few days a week. It was a lot. I don’t regret playing sports it all contributes to who I am today and I do like to play once and while however it is not the same. After high school I went on to work in the bar industry and was my first introduction to the art scene in my hometown. I just remember all these really interesting ‘cool people’ and going to the weirdest art/live shows, that included visual art, music and dance. It was another world. I had grown up mostly in a rural  setting, this was all new to me and I dove in completely open to it all. This opened the door to all sorts of experience, some really incredible opportunities and some not so good real life situations that would impact my life deeply. Perhaps it was some of these events that led me back to art, it is really hard to say, and perhaps that will become more evident to me as I grow older. I think in some was I am still close to some of these things and this can make it difficult to write about. Over the years I have worked with a bunch of different media. This includes photography, video/editing, computer/digital art, drawing, animation, sculpture, music and painting. None of which I had any really former training in, and this has been my journey ever since. For the last several years I have been slowly bringing all these forces together, and with advances in technology I have been fortunate to create things I would of never dreamt of, even as a child. It has given me the tools to let my imagination run, and also allowed for me to work intuitively. As tools get easier to worth with, increased creative potential is what I see. As you may or may not know I also work in the film industry which is both creative and technical, this has benefited my practice in many ways, and gives me balance as I walk along the delicate thread of life and art. 


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‘soft glow’ 🎥 hälts minimotion with soundscape ‘vanishing into the deed’ featuring some scenes from the studio, including abstract no.3 curing, a moose, and a compilation of paintings and docufotos accrued over my relatively short lifetime as an artist and well human for that matter, and an animation of a mural I made in Zicatela, Puerto Escondido ❤️ this is dedicated to my sister Nicole and all my family, and to my brothers and sisters from different mothers. 

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Inside the studio 

studio mis en scene featuring the ‘heart’s song’ abstract no. 2

a detail of my abstract painting no.3

a 3-D wolf head side project, work in progress


‘take me to magic mountain’ hälts hybrid art


retrospect

This is selection of drawings made on a trip to New York in 2006. I was going through some of my old books, reading the words I had written back then, and I realized I have not changed that much, with the exception of the reality of getting older, a few more grey hairs, and some lines on the face, these are also records I guess but the same spirit resides in me that goes back to my youth, and follows the string of my ancestry, perhaps back to a place when even time did not exist.  

delicate thread


for my love 

On occasion when I start to amass a bunch of work I put them all in one room and sing to them, this I find creates some unity. It also honours the work, the process and the fruits of thy labour. (foto: a selection of my new works, not quite all of them but you get the idea) 



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life lately 

In the city I walk on sidewalks and streets, looking up at glass structures, a symbol of human progress though lacking the wisdom of the natural world that provides it’s materials, and the ground to build on. I am of two worlds one the urban life, that which I have lived in for most of my life and the other the kingdom. The kingdom is the the natural world, it is the roots of a civilization, the provider of resources, life, and beauty. When I walk in grasslands and see the natural landscape I try to imagine how this all came to be. I wonder whether my imagination is anywhere near the truth.  

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The following is a series of fotos of an ongoing painting WIP called ‘therianthropica’. It shows you some of the stages and decisions whilst in process. This painting is an an intuitive process, a venture into the imagination in other words. It draws from mythology, dreams, and life. Underneath is buried treasures that give it depth and in some wways is a new myth in the making. Following this segment I jump into some fotos gathered recently from my adventures into the prairies of Alberta, the soul of this province. I work in film as well as being an artist. I am fortunate to work and travel to stunningly beautiful locations in Western Canada, and this is something I bring back with me into the studio. It gives me great pleasure to share these with you and provides a window into the worlds I see. 

therianthropica sits peacefully and in solitude amongst the chaos of life that surrounds, there is a metaphor in there somewhere

I get a charge out of this place.

the observatory

sunrise

painted sky country

2 worlds hälts hybrid art

The ancient Badlands of Alberta

open prairie

in the next post I will share some city elements to juxtapose this post along with some minimotions


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Solitude 

I have heard the desert is a place of stillness. It is somewhere one can go to find solitude, and once there even loneliness fades away as memories lose their reference. Here the imagination can be whatever it wants to be, unhinged, it floods the desert with a magical whim. Perhaps this is why I am a painter, the need for solitude and stillness.

When I sit and paint it is a requiem, an act of rememberance to honour those who painted before me, the brave souls who sacrificed all sorts of life comforts, guided only by their voice, their craft, their art. When I paint I am in a place of stillness, peace, and contemplation. In this place I can breathe how I want to breathe, which is slow, and long. Sometimes it takes a whole day to find that zone and by night I go for as long as I can before exhaustion sets in. There are days when I don’t want to work and it can be a fight to work through it. As soon as my hands get to work the idea of not working fades away into oblivion. Everyone has their way of doing things, and I suppose I am no different. My art has been my own invention, albeit I have borrowed and taught myself techniques that are far from new. I have managed to put them together uniquely in my own way. Painting is an experience, a process, some trials, some errors, frustration, anguish, joy, peace, zen, and without a doubt there will more paint required. One can learn techniques and process, however the subject of the art and what I’d call the fuel is something one has to discover for themselves. I have discovered that art is a bridge, so whether or not I am making a surreal painting, or I am making something realistic, my focus is in how to establish a connection with the viewer. I am not entirely sure whether these insights interest you or not, I am not the best at talking about myself.

 I do find it fascinating that I am in the eyes of science very close to being a chimpanzee, a matter of a few different strands in my DNA, isn’t that something, and yet I am also close to something beyond the physical world that which I cannot see, yet sense and feel as being everywhere, omnipresent, and sacred. I honour the sacred in every painting sesshin, that is perhaps why I love painting, it is a slow process that makes me aware of subtle rhythms and movements, even though I am in my solitude, I do not feel alone when I am in the zone. 

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‘new adventure’ 🚀 hälts minimotion with soundscape ‘chimp love’ featuring my day working on ‘sacred place’ and you know what it went pretty f⚓️🌜king well all said and done, still got some work to do, what’s new.




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stages in process

hälts hybrid art featuring a detail of ‘sacred place’ and painters tape and paper.

zig zags, going back to the beginning…

hälts painting zone, sacred space


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sketches hecho en Mexico 

The following is a minimotion and some creative endevours and or signs of creativity documented while in Mexico earlier in the year. It was an interesting experience to make art in a new environment, it comes with its own set of challenges and surprises. I do find art is a bridge between myself and the people I encounter, perhaps it is the universiatlity of creativity that truly connects us. No matter where I go it is there. I soak in what’s around me as I work, I try to get into is rhythm, hear it’s sounds, and smell it’s smells. Some will say to me that art is my job, and yes it’s true that art is part of my income however it is so much more than just a commodity, or product. Art is an exchange between myself and the environment I am in. Kids passing by while working in public is a unique experience. They are truly in the moment, even when the parents are focused on something else, I catch that glimpse and smile, mini Suns that remind me to continue on the path. This is the bonus of painting in public, and something I do miss when I am buried deep in the studio. Life passes pretty fast and it is easy to get lost in a studio and forget the world is there. By putting myself out there I am opening to an infinite number of possibilities. By trusting my intuition and I let the creative process do what it does, when I try to control the vairbles is when it often loses its magic. 

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‘the next bend’ (part one of two) 💛 hälts minimotion with soundscape ‘loving memory’ featuring a couple snippets of a boat trip to a special place in Mexico with the foamies, it was a magical experience that will live on with me for the rest of my days ❤️ in loving memory of J brah who left us too soon, in a time of sorrow we become one in order to celebrate and honour him, forever in our hearts, rest in peace my friend ❤️ here’s to the next bend 

ice cream shop drawing sesh ⚡️ Zicatela Puerto Escondido

watercolour made on top of a house under a palapa, I could hear every sound for miles around (Puerto Escondido)

outdoor sign mural work station 🏍 Zicatela ‘Brand X’ rent a scooter/motorbike

‘elephant garden’ mural work station located in Zicatela on Iguana Ave. ☕️ great food great coffee friendly people

Puerto surf family ‘foamie mural’ work zone 🌞 I worked with my little not so little buddhy Otis who developed the concept and I mentored him a on the art of mural 💛

El Lugar drawing sesh, great little open air restaurant on the beach, fin is found object that I drew on with my trusty pen

‘Elephant Garden’ mural in process located in Zicatela 🌞

a moment with my work, and the wall, it’s easy to overlook the fact that this wall is very special and I wanted to make sure I honoured it’s being

surf breaks are mandatory, I am no pro however I am not too shabby either for being a mountain rolling foothills kind of man

One of the best tables with view of Ocean I have had the pleasure to sit and create, an unforgettable experience

Ink and watercolour kine made on a beach in southern Mexico undisclosed location, sorry….

hälts hybrid art ❤️in an undisclosed surf spot I went to which was all about the mini seshs, surf, art, surf, art, surf, art…until exhausted sleep do it again….