Mahaloness

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


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eyes open

Does art create the landscape, or does the landscape create the art? I woke up to this thought after a dream that was more real than real. Maybe it was the day before and seeing a loved one go into a completely vulnerable and helpless state. Maybe it is the confusion of the world, and the deterioration of humanity looming overhead as a giant mass of grey and gloom. However I remain aware that the behind the grey, the sky is blue, and the sun is shining. Life moves in ripples, waves travelling from far off places, some predictable, while others catching me by surprise. I know that I can’t always get the words right, to describe what’s happening, to make sense of a landscape that vanishes under a thick veil of fog. A kingfisher creates loud short shrieking sounds that wake me up to the moment, no mind, nothing; halfway. The fog lifts and the landscape appears, the same as what I remember, but different from the last moment it was visible. Resembling a loved one, the same person I have known my whole life, yet different from the day before, and the the day before that. Seasons change. People change, same spirit, life goes on. I look far into distance, the more I see the more I don’t see. I imagine all the people who are seeing what I am seeing, feeling what I am feeling. Do they see the same clouds, and the crack of light that breaks the horizon? I say to myself, the sun will shine again, the creation of the landscape of what’s to come. Mother Earth shows me the way, the fog dissipates, the child within smiles bright, the shadows in my head disappear, half way.

Thank for reading, it has been a bit since getting the chance to sit and write. Perhaps this is a new chapter, new ideas, new thoughts, and opening up of the vault kept private and protected. I may not have all the right words, they’ll come, slowly, and patiently. 

And now a minicine (mini cinema, which is longer versions of my minimotions, which are one minute in length) It is titled ‘water bombers’ with soundscape ‘hälts first day on the accordian’. I am happy to say I will be increasing my production value, which includes sound, creating title sequences and so on, this gets my fire going, winter will not bee boring. Ands now, water bombers…

There was a man who was a restless spirit. A Nomad travelling in sync with the landscape’s song.

fotoMahaloness

fog dissipating
soaring
windsurfer

In the garden…

the last rose
at night
the last queen

In the garage make shift art studio.

winter prep
a collaboration between myself and my mom
recently I picked up my painting SLO, back to work I will go….

Outside explarations…

landscape
creating in landscape, but who makes who?


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Dark compassion

An excerpt followed by a poem followed by fotos courtesy Mahaloness.

‘Heart anger refers to approaches in which openly expressed anger and compassion consciously and beneficially coexist…Heart-anger is anchored both in full-blooded aliveness and clear caring for the other. As fierce as it sometimes can be, heart-anger is but the emissary of wrathful compassion.’

Spiritual Bypassing -Robert Augustus Masters Phd.

Spiritual bypassing is not about denying the spirit, nor does it mean that spirituality doesn’t exist, it has more to do with the fact we suppress our anger, and in ways that one doesn’t even necessarily think about (including mediation, intellectualism and work). We live in a world where anger exists. We see daily examples of anger turned aggressive, anger turned into acts of terror and we immediately award hero status to the ones who ‘saved the day’ and suppress the underlying current ; the root to the core of the matter; the dark undercurrent, and we cannot just turn our backs on it, or shun it, or bypass it, or rise above it, and/or simply suppress it. In order to stop violence we must know what it is, and bombs, bullets, whatever the execution is to suppress the darkness of humanity , it seems that by now history provides a blueprint of how that works out. By embracing our anger we face fear, and we watch it and we learn from it. Seen through eyes of compassion and from the heart we illuminate the dread and the discovery might just be less drastic than if we just ‘move on’ from it, which has it’s own implications. These are just my thoughts, as far as I see it, the only way to mahaloness is through exploration, and darkness is one of a multitude of layers that one must navigate in order to be okay with being in this lifetime.

A dark poem

Heart of darkness
do I explore
unabashed
as I wonder through the mire
blackness cloaks hope
perceptions wane
anger churns
In a world built seemingly from vain
hidden demons
dressed in sequins
fooling only those who see surface
Breakthrough
unveiling
heart meets mind
understanding
turn sour grapes into delicious wine.

Fotomahaloness – darkness study continues and out of darkness shines light.

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