Mahaloness

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


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crystal palace 

As the year 2018 draws to it’s conclusion, I go a little introspective in the solitude of the Koots. That’s the east Kootenays where the elders live, a paradise, everyday a gift to the eyes and the soul. It has been an interesting year on a personal level, a lot of lessons learned, and with that a little bit of wisdom gained. I made quite a few follies along the way, and also felt a certain loneliness that comes with being an artist, specifically a painter, to quote Joni Mitchell, ” I live in a box of paints”. I have spent countless hours working on my art, occasionally it swallows me whole. My good friend art has been a strong horse, the one constant in my life. I did manage to get out a few times over the year and visited some truly magical places. I worked with the youth, passing on my knowledge whole also receiving some kid sagely advice, kids know best in many areas. There were many people who helped make these moments possible. I hold each and everyone one of them close to my heart and I will cherish these moments for the rest of days. 

Mexico Reverie 

passing on the knowledge to Otis, and learning a few things in the process.

I was asked to paint a wave on this wall and needed up meeting a few of local kids, we had a blast, the mural is dedicated to John.

Oaxacan coffee break whilst working on my Zicatela mural in Puerto Escondido.

I bumped into some truly remarkable people, this fellow was no exception, I can only imagine what he has seen in his days.

Brand about to catch some waves, he had some serious style and it was an absolute pleasure to meet new extended surf family.

‘Oaxacan Spirit’ a hälts watercolour made on my trip in Mexico.

I try to dream this every night, such a magical moment, might turn into a painting…

This is my great friend and surfing legend Al with his hälts watercolour in the wall, my art is all over

This is foamie sitting outside waiting for the next set.

You could say this is a bird paradise.

my Zicatela spirit mural, I met some many amazing people while I worked on this beauty, art the bridge that never fails…well sometimes it does but it’s pretty rare.

I also managed to spend some quality time in the BC interior with family and with friends. British Columbia Canada is my second home, specifically Windermere BC. Windermere is where my parents live who are both well into their senior years, however doing quite well in my humble opinion. I also like to chase the eagles around and I am certain they find me quite amusing.  
These moments are vital to my well being, engraved deep within my psyche, softening any edges accrued along the way. I am not saying I am edgy, however there has been a few times this past year that made me question a few things, feathers were ruffled, the enigma of humanity never short of surprises. I also realize I am part of that so this isn’t a criticism on humanity, we’re all in it, in our respective and some not so respective ways. I am optimistic for the next cycle around the sun, and no doubt there will some spectacular sunrises, and sunsets. I am also in the process of releasing a new website in 2019, it has been a slow process which is alright, do it right the first time as they say. 

minimo double feature 

‘peace and chill’ ⛩ hälts minimoiton with soundscape ‘day 12’ and wishing everyone a peaceful chill day today, even if for a brief moment in time, I am sending lots of love to my friends and family, near, far and wide. 

‘bc mind’ 🏔 new hälts minimotion with soundscape ‘sometimes easy’ made from samples played on my moms piano and featuring some bc wandering footage from the day 💚💛❤️

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I come to this place for many reasons, truth be told it would take a novel to explain. Perhaps than no explanation is required as a picture says a thousand words. December was a bit of a roller coaster ride, and my time in BC could not come at a better time. I have been painting steady and working diligently on my art every day with the exception of my film work forays. My last painting of the year turned out to be a bit of a disaster and sent my head spinning. Some time away from the studio has been a blessing and has give me a chance to recharge and get some perspective. With what looks to be a busy year ahead it is a good time to prepare and refresh the mental hard drive, and give the soul some love. 

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BC moments


This is the place where I like to come think and tune out hustle and bustle of the city life. 




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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.


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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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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….


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when I’m there 

I walk this earth alone, yet I am not alone, there is 7.4 billion and rising humans here with me. I have often felt a connection to the wolf, in fact there was a time I visited an old shaman who pointed out that my spirit animal is a wolf, a lone wolf. When he told me this my whole life flashed before my eyes, and everything made sense to me. I am hälts, a painter who spends most of his time alone, making paintings that recollect things that I have experienced in my travels, mostly alone. Even when I was with someone I felt alone. This has been my curse and blessing, because on one hand I am human and as a human affection to another is something desirable, on the other hand the world is so complex that the notion that one will fall in love with one person and will live happily ever after seems but a dream. For now I will continue making marks, building character, and painting. I am hälts, I am nobody, unknown, alone, right next to you.

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I’ve been working on multiple paintings lately, I am very much a slow painter, and this series collectively is called ‘SLO’. 

‘SLO’ this work started out as a live painting which a I am now finishing up in the studio

‘forest wolf’ WIP stars out as a live painting I have continued to work on this darling in the studio.


and now a new special minimotion 

‘when I’m there’ 📽new minimotion in studio sesshin special edition with soundscape ‘I think of you’ featuring some recent art explorations in SLO mo, some cloud timelapse, paper shadow art, and a bus ride ride, from Bowness to the Pacific Ocean, these are the places I revisit when I am sitting and painting in my studio. 


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an offering 

  As I travel through this unfamiliar land I begin to release the pressures that life brings, and the soul does sing. I am guided by an inner desire to explore this planet, always observing its changes, some subtle, some more extreme. Here in the coast I smell the the salty ocean air, sun kissed, all that was a problem evaporates with the morning dew, only leaving a heightened sense and clearer view. New experiences, new perceptions, the ocean brings healing to being and calms the mind made busy in the pursuit of maya and the illusions that life presents. Here I am carefree, worry free, anxieties driven by the hustle and bustle lifestyle to maintain some kind of comfortable existence fades quickly replaced by soothing sounds of lapping waves on a beach, sparkling with millions upon millions of tiny beads, birds singing, and a cool sea breeze. Let me live in this moment forever even though I know this to be fleeting, I will keep this moment in my memory banks for those days when life turns blue. 

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When on the road there are people who will leave you something nice, reminding you that humanity despite the news is alive and well

morning yum made with love by my travelling companion

I am always fascinated with the local flora when I arrive in a new place.

​I love to timelapse the sky, here is the sky near Seaside Oregon, close to where the Columbia River meets the  Pacific Ocean. 
It is time to move on to see some giants, ancient trees, remanants of what was, and a reminder to continue to protect these areas, stewardship, so that future generations can experience these amazing trees in person, not just on a computer or smart phone screen. 

And now from the hälts ART vault

Here are three treasures from the vault, they show my early forrays and amalgamation of abstract, realism and surrealism. I had a lot of urban influence early on, as well I was interested in Japanese kabuki, mokuhanga (wood block printing), specifically ukiyo-e artistic genre. I have continued to work on this style as you will see in the last image which is a recent foto from my studio. 

‘easty westy’ acrylic on canvas c.2006

‘geisha’ wearable art, hand painted cap c.2005


Currently in the studio 

a new painting called ‘SLO’ and ‘forest wolf’ and some other WIP projects including a skeleton helmet for an Olympic athlete I am about to transform into a moose, more on that in future posts.



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hälts gone Oregon 

Recently adventure called. It goes by many names such as a trip, a journey, or a pilgrimage. Following a long stretch of art making  I was ready for a recharge. It is not so easy for me to just walk away from responsibilities and obligations, they are omnipresent and I have a way of overriding these primal impulses. We are creatures of habit, and it’s easy to get sucked into the vortex forgetting there are many vortexes, similar to a river with eddies one has the potential to paddle and navigate, getting to new places and getting aquatinted with new geography. It has been my experience that acting on the adventure impulse can lead to great discoveries, whether that be of self, or of magical places that exist on this beautiful planet. 

And now a little exerpt from the book of travels… 

So before I could be swayed by doubt I packed my bags, and bought a cheap flight to Portland, thanks to Gord and air miles. My plan was to meet up with my friend, whom I will refer to as Moon. Moon was in the midst of a road trip in the States, she is the one who planted the seed to come meet her. The day before my departure I was tested, this comes as no surprise because everything leading up to the trip was just working out too damn well. It turned out, thanks to my friend Gord over a fine cup of coffee, that my passport was expired. I was leaving in less than 48 hours. I went ballistic, at least for a moment, my mind began turning over like a plane propeller, I needed a miracle, it was that simple. Gord by now had pulled up in his cobalt cerulean blue VW van and we proceeded to head for a place where I could get passport photos taken. Of course when I arrived at the store there was no one at the desk, I stood there for what seemed like forever, panic began to sink its claws, I tried to keep it at bay. An elderly lady joined me in the line, I turned and said to her, ” doesn’t seem to be anyone here to help us”, and I quickly explained my situation, she said, “good luck”,  and I took this as a good sign. Perhaps sensing the delusion of grandeur, a store clerk came over, I gave him the low down, he quickly told me it would be at least 48 hours for me to get my passport. I said, “lets just see what happens”and he happily snapped my passport photo, perhaps the best one to date, he really nailed it, considering my last shocker of a passport photo. After a short wait of staring at prices of stuff on the shelves as a distraction, the clerk arrived with a grin and my passport photos.  It also happened to be the beginning of Stampede in my hometown, the largest outdoor show on earth, so they say. I thought to myself, bummer. So Gord and I jumped in the van and took some back roads, and wouldn’t you know it we found a parking spot right in front of the government office. With surprising grace I jumped out and ran like a gazelle into the waiting room, much to the dismay of the security guard. Turns out a parade day is the best day to take care of business at a government building, there was no lines and I found myself face to face with a government clerk who was quite helpful and the fear loosened it’s grip. Turns out paying a little bit more money can get you out to of a pickle, and with a swipe of my debit card I would receive my passport in less than 24 hours, just in the nick of time. Next day I packed my bags, went back to the office and picked up my passport and headed to the airport. I was a man exhausted, thank goodness for adrenaline and the anticipation of a the adventure ahead. ‘Go time’ as  Gord would say, first stop Portland for a couple days of city exploration, namely Powell’s Books, which I definitely did not have enoug money for, it is insane there, so many great books in one place, I nearly lost my mind, and my the contents of my wallet. Goddam there’s only one thing to do, power read and buy what you can, and than get the hell out of there! And I mean out of the city, so we did, next stop Nahalem. 

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to be above the clouds is a privileged experience, as in a rare opportunity that I take great pleasure in.


And now a new hälts minimotion ‘Portland’ with soundscape ‘Portland is a type of concrete’ featuring flight footage and some street footage from the city of coffee, doughnuts, Powell’s Books, and bridges


​Following a successful mission to Powell’s Books, it was time to hit the road. There really is no other place I would rather be than next to the ocean. The smell, the sand, the sounds, the marine air, it all just adds up to a massive soul hug, instantaneous internal happiness erupts and everything else just drifts out to sea. 

Nahalem, Oregon coast, cold wind and sea and things that bite but you can’t see, beautiful as far as the eye can sea

Nature’s sculptural skills have always blown my mind

one with the other

where sea meets sand

I nearly lost my mind in this land of beautiful spectacular

sand, wind, sea, watercolour, fancy free

this studio has no walls

paint vibrations

still frame from beach timelapse, speechless