Mahaloness

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


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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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memory

I have been a little MIA lately, I suppose I have lots going on in my life. And really…..who doesn’t. So now that we’ve got that out of the way, lets get on with it. The last couple months have flown by. Ups, downs, sideways, upside down, around, twisted, sadness, happiness, and loneliness. Love came, love went, that empty feeling, don’t back down, ride the ebbs and flows that life brings. Those things that build character, and things that make me mad. A longing for something I have not found, I guess I’ll keep my nose the ground. The search continues, new dreams mapped out. Gone are some happy days that made sense at the time. Some came, some went, some never to be heard from again. Thoughts inwards, inner spirit, the quest for the truth. Moments of madness and chaos, and swarms of blue. Flowers so delicate and yet so distant as winter squeezes alllife from their memory. Wandering the city streets with no one in particular to meet. A fresh hot cup of coffee to warm the veins giving credence to the old adage,

Even bad coffee is better than no coffee at all.

-David Lynch

 

And now some halts art history…

‘creator’ a community spirit mural produced by halts and painted in 2016.

 

In 2004, I made a small series of paintings. It is the point in my life I decided to paint, or perhaps you could day painting serendipitously came into my life. I remember the first moment I touched a brush, I knew this is what I wanted to do, and never I never looked back.

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in the flow, halts working on his 2016 creator mural (foto courtesy Walt Flemming)

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in them moment of truth (foto courtesy Walt Flemming)

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Creator mural at the halfway stage

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Creator mural 2016

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an early stage in my painting ‘Therianthropica’ circa 2016

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the Zicatela community spirit mural Puerto Escondido Oaxaca Mexico

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‘Are you a Believer?’ No. 1 a paintamentary following the Obama years, 5 paintings in this series circa 2009

2004 city man acrylic on canvas 20x24inches

‘city man’ made 15 years ago almost to the day, its hard to say who found who, painting or me….the one thing I do know is that painting saved my life, circa 2004

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‘woven’ my first foray into the abstract, this was part of series created in 2005

 

All images are the property and under the copyright of halts  c.2019


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I have chosen not to suffer

Today I have chosen not to suffer, even though adversity has been in my life. Anything I do from this point forward I will accept and receive the lesson. If I suffer I am moving away from all the goodness, and the flow. So with this stated I will be conscious and aware of the content I receive, Mahaloness grows with the magnitude of the impact of the content, or ahara, as in the food we take in, or anything we experience and take in. Ahara and art process have a special relationship and will influence process, content and sharing. It seems simple and from a painters perspective it is a key ingredient to flow, if I am aware of what I take in I am tapped into the source, I am going to receive the energy of the ahara and without doubt express without effort. If I can break through before things like doubt and fear or even reason enter, than I feel it is worthy or that the mark is as close to perfect as perfect can be. This is not to say ahara is not always great, in fact ahara might be intense, it might be scary, it might be freaky, this is the point where I decide I am going to go through with it or throw in the towel, go have a coffee and a cigarette, fight or flight, which I think is more like ‘flight or be it’. It is a free act, and takes a while to get use to due to the fact that while I am in flow materials are not always obvious, especially when I am distracted, or unaware of what I am doing and where I am doing it. For instance I woke up and my friend, Jim, gave me a bamboo stick. I openly received the bamboo stick and decided to go make a brush for painting, thanks to seeing a clip of Brice Marden, a New York painter extraordinaire brush aficionado. Everything I needed to make the brush seemed possible, I found coconut fibers for brush hairs, and was shown a seed from a tree that the Hawai’ins employed as a brush for painting, and modified it into a tip for my bamboo stick, roughly 7 ft in length, long. A lovely lady named Nicole gifted some leather as binding, I tried it out and we practiced drawing on a tree, early marks, new marks from an unusual perspective, changing the pattern, and the process all at once, exciting. We even figured out a way to make it twin tipped as the other end of the bamboo I could place a piece of charcoal gifted from Nicole…and voila a pencil end, flip it, paint tip. Now to make paint…
Fotomahaloness…ahara and bamboo beach brush demo on tree

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