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

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Someone said to me that we live in strange times. Funny though, when weren’t the times strange? It is easy to romanticise about the good old days. When you really look at the past there has been strangeness all along. We have fought in many many wars. We have experienced pandemics and plagues that wiped out large numbers of the population. There have been brutal dictators who took the lives of millions, all in the name of power and fame, or is it infamy. Humans as a lot have been particularly brutal to our Mother Earth, putting themselves above that which provide life for them. This is not just at the hands of the industrialists, it’s you and I, it’s everyone. We drive cars everyday. We jet set to get away form our lives, only finding we have to return to them. We consume goods like no ones business for pleasure; the insatiable need to taste the riches of our own individual successes. None of this is good or bad, it is just what we have done collectively, and collectively we have been swayed by our own arrogance, an ego shell in the form of the roles we play. But wait. There is human qualities that also have allowed us to endure even the hardest and darkest hours on this tiny blue and green dot. We are a resilient bunch, we have overcome so many obstacles and celebrated life when time permits. We praise thee God, the gods, the Creator, the thing that makes this this. We have weathered storms since the beginning of time and before time was time. Now time has stood on its head, by a virus, an obstacle, a messenger, perhaps even a prophet. Days that flew by now take a little longer, things slowing down, this translating into boredom for some. No doubt it would appear that our lives before the pandemic became intertwined with the global economy, codependent on each other to sustain. The desire to always be driven forward, never time to think about, let alone be in the present moment. The present moment an eternity, unchanging, true being, the I house. Nothingness that everything, all this stuff, passes through, coming and going, yet here the I am remains. It is a time to celebrate this life, rediscover our true self, put down our judgements, our guards, a rebirth of cool. Soon calm will follow after the storm. Now let the mind be free.

Note: These are my thoughts and shared thoughts of fellow humans that I have been resonating with during the last few weeks, I have experienced intermittent moments of anger and rage over the things outside of me, outside of my control. Perhaps we all have. We all have our way of dealing or not dealing with that which we face. I have found the hardship and the suffering have opened my heart up. Similar to the lake ice melting, I can hear the cracks, the booms, slowly opening up again after many years of struggle. Thank you Earth, Thank you family, and thank you friends. Thank you. We will be ok. Breathe.


The sky is full of miracles.



3 herons


hälts minimotion ‘millions of dreams’ with soundscape ‘sky bound’



a bee I did for a buddhy, bee like bee, let it bee…



This group of paintings is representative of the thoughts and feelings that have come and go during this pandemic, moments of anger and emotions, moments of primal instincts, joy, and future visions. Ideas that come and go through this house, inner outer spirit remains true, no change. 


one of my roles is care giver for my elderly parents. 


sometimes purple haze

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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.


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


in them moment of truth (foto courtesy Walt Flemming)


Creator mural at the halfway stage


Creator mural 2016


an early stage in my painting ‘Therianthropica’ circa 2016


the Zicatela community spirit mural Puerto Escondido Oaxaca Mexico


‘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

2005 woven

‘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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Lost Art

This post features my most recent art show ‘Lost Art Exhibit’. I have put together a nice collection of new work including: paintings (acrylic and watercolours), fotos, wearable art and drawings. The show is running in Calgary at Essentia Mattress Store showroom until the first week of Septmeber. ‘Lost Art’ refers to the marginalization of art and culture in modern society.
Where: 1113 Kensington Rd. N.W.
Store Hours everyday except Tues. and Wednes. 10-6

Note: if you are in the Calgary area I will be doing an informal artist talk at the end of August, more info on that coming soon.

the Space







Thank you.

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made up from dreams


or, something made from nothing.

experimental short digianiMahaloness (digital animation) and music composed by me for another short called ‘desert obscuro’ soon to be released. The location, a room, is my current studio and the video features animated digidoodles, also my paintings and what can be described as an artistic hurricane. Enjoy.

thank you.


The future

I am looking past in the face
And as I do
I see that it has its place.
And that place is called,
The future brings
transformation of those dreams into a reality.

Fotomahaloness -my highschool grad photo with reflection, paintings I made for my family over the years (the advantage of having an artist in the family), and a view of a mountain from my parents family chill room (taken with camera phone through underwater binoculars) and the Transformational Tara in action and the last image is a quilt made by my oldest sister who also shows quite the zeal for the creativity.
Om shanti shanti shanti or in other words Mahaloness











Perhaps magic is everywhere, and if so, than perhaps all it takes to experience it, is to tap into it, tapping the source, which also happens to be a surf book written by Ken Nunn, A US of A novel filled with surfing, drugs, sex and murder, and magic. Last night’s magic was abundant. A wonderful lady friend, will just call her Agent R, and myself, Mahaloness, went for a walk… This before a paint battle at the Gorilla House, located at 1503 15 Ave SW Calgary‎ AB‎ Canada. It takes place every Wednesday, artists battling each other, after being given 3 themes to work with magically delivered by the oracle following the great ‘spin’ of the wheel…. now back to the walking. Here Agent R and myself walk to a local coffee shop, order teas, and hence emerge ourselves in the magic that had already begun. See magic is omnipresent, and throughout each and every day it is flowing, the flow, the flux, moving at a rate that is difficult to define, it is the thing that you tap into, careful though, because it can go many ways, and if abused well… I will not even go there. For me it is about respect, and simply put, respect for my being and respecting the planet I am lucky to be on. So as Agent R walk and discuss the mission ahead, we run into a green dumpster, spider senses tingling I decide that I must find a piece of cardboard, we turn around and I begin rummaging. I am dumpster diving, the way I see it I know I can turn a piece of cardboard into a wonderful paint substrate, and I also know that gesso and cardboard work very well together. It also is something of a legacy to continue in the world of art history. During the depression and war time canvas was not always so abundant, so artists had to be resourceful, they worked on cardboard and found it to be a suitable replacement, though it is also important to note that they insisted on using good paint, never cheap out when it comes to paint. Moving on… we find a decent piece, Thailand Rose, it seems right, Agent R’s approving glance solidifies that this stage is complete and than the magic. Agent R takes notice of one of those signs that are there for those who see it, if you know what I mean. When you ‘look’ you will often miss, when you see it is all right there in front of your nose. The sign has an image of a dignified First Nations warrior and chief, it reads “Man Belongs to the Earth, Earth does not belong to man.” Signs within signs, it is easy to overlook the good ones, that’s city living for you, the great clutter. Moving on we make out way to the Gorilla House, the vision forms in my minds eye and we enjoy the rest of our walk. Upon entering and setting up the kit, the wheel spins and the festivities begin. Battle on. Three themes, something to do with a fingerprint, zombies and a Cadillac ride to Heaven, this is perhaps the trickiest stage for me because I hear the words but I also like to the feel the room, or the environment I am in, this means slowing my breathing, and centering, finding focus and being concentrated, though not overly concentrated, this is a common mistake, it creates tension and actually inhibits flow, it is the difference between good and great. I dive into the painting, this of course after transforming the box on to a thick box, guessed the way I like, leaving remnants of what once was, a suggestion from Agent R, always appreciated. Focusing my efforts also involves a quick trip to the back alley, where Agent R and myself breathe in the fruits that Mother Earth provides, and the natural mystic fills the night. For the following 2 hours I painted and painted, the imagery coming together nicely, the feeling that comes over me while on process is one of calm, and centeredness. I can feel the room, I can sense Agent R’s watchful eye, and the flow tonight, wonderful, no worries, and the picture is alive!
Note: I will leave the interpretation of the imagery to you, this is how I paint, it is how I like to work. The combination of materials, and ideas that came throughout the day are a result of being open to the source, the magic, it is okay to say this because it exists. Whatever you have been told or those who have said to you that dreamtime, magic, imagination, visioning, channeling, is if anyone says it’s false or fake, remember the illusory veil is thick and can easily screen or block the magic, do be mindful of this. A fellow at the event named ‘Reserve’ for anonymity, was looking at my work and it dawned on me that he was an old collector of a painting titled ‘Are you a Believer?’ that I painted just before Obama was voted in as President. Reserve also showed me a recent project he worked on using Jenga stamped with bills, as the material for a scaled model of the Federal Reserve building that was slowly came toppling down as passer byers took blocks out and placed them on top, sections collapsing, revealing the monetary and iconic Chinese imagery behind. On the wall above ‘post its’ with people’s dreams scribbled, one kid dreams to be rich, a other dreams to be awesome, almost like clouds floating above or perhaps smoke from the collapse. I have to admit that the association of his work with the Apocalypse Zombee Thai Rose painting is remarkable, magic no doubt. The funny thing too is he took a picture of the painting and it scrambled his phone, perhaps coincidence…there is no such thing as coincidence. It does not factor into the Mahaloness equation.
FotoMahaloness -fotos of the night and the last 2 part of my Obama series called ‘Are you a Believer?’ (Acrylic on Canvas) made over time from Obama as candidate and than to President. I listened to the buzz and would paint a new version, a paintamentary that portrays the stress of playing the role, I am considering working on new version, should be interesting….










Persistence when dreams appear to fall

I don’t know about my dreams, I don’t know about my dreaming anymore, all I know is I am falling falling falling. I don’t know about my loving, I don’t know about my love anymore, all I know is I am falling, falling…..falling. -James Blake

When dreams fade and the love is gone life seems hopeless, the faith is gone. I have found that being on the Artist’s path it is very easy to fall into the trap of suffering. Hence it is very important to challenge the suffering and remind myself of the good. For instance I find art to be my one true love. I love flow, I love process, and I love the impact my art has makes on people’s lives who come into contact with it. I love colour, I love paint, especially cobalt teal, and recently magenta. I especially love losing myself, the ego, in creative flow, and it is not uncommon for me to be this mode for days in a row. This is when love is abundant, and no matter what the outside world throws at me, it just bounces off and I go with the flow. Recently I have been challenged not by creativity but the business of selling my soul. Currently I am without an agent, I am not in a gallery, nor do I have a PR person making me into the greatest thing since slice bread. All I have is a verve to create, shining outwardly, celebrating spirit, and the joy that comes when I free myself from the shackles that attempt to hold me back. We are spiritual beings living in a world that would rather humiliate than levitate, a world that capitalizes on suffering and promotes inequality with the sole purpose to drive forward at a unprecedented rate. I certainly have my moments when I am caught up in the debacle. I can feel my body taking on stress, promoting dysfunction and illness. I have come to realize that I have no business selling my art, it has for all intensive purposes destroyed some really great relationships, and this leaves me in pain. I am love, I am joy, I am the farthest thing from a greedy person out to make dollar bills and drive a crazy train, I am an artist that taps the flow, all the time, even on the days when pressure weighs and I feel as I might explode. This realization dawned on me after a visit to a small farm recently. I was in my head, fighting with some past business deals that went sour, it made me angry and I lost connection with my heart. It happens to the best of us, those moments in our lives when dreams fall, and love fades, when it seems like the world is against us, without any real escape. So today I will take some breaths, and revisit my heart, my home, and set the record straight. Love!
Fotomagica moments called engraved memories that remind me of the bless and the grace that are part of my being and a place to go when the darkness sets in and the mind weighs.
Face painter is Spirit Love, amazing beautiful light with creative verve and the little girl that is face painting Spirit i met at a festival in BC last year, an amazing artist may she shine on.