Mahaloness

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


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nirodha

Let’s set the tone with a hälts minimotion, motion picture experiments and quirky soundscapes, this one I did play on the accordion that I found buried in a closet, resurrected and definitely not perfected.

The end is near, it is always near, omnipresent although never quite certain exactly where it is, or when it will be. It cannot be denied, nor can be it be undone. Perhaps I have been on its precipice without knowing, however I have always thought it is not my time. Time is precious. the end has an ally, for time cannot be regained, once past, it is gone. Still though there is a lingering feeling, a feeling of loss, and sentimentality. Like a ghost it is there yet unseen. Can one even see a feeling? I have heard from wise ones that there are certain memories that never go away, but perhaps they get more bearable with time.

nirodha (cessation, ending) of this dukkha can be attained by eliminating all “craving, desire, and attachment” [7][8]    -Wikipedia guru

Now a lot of pictures of flowers taken in my moms garden, hard work is her secret weapon. I do believe a garden painting is highly probable. Currently I am still trying to make sense of the confusion, and where to go from here. I don’t believe in moving forward, it solves nothing, and is nothing more than another form of ignorance. There is only the present moment, the rest is a game, a theatre, a web of confusion. I am curious what would happen if we averaged out all the opinions on Earth, what would the outcome be? And really random, but perhaps still fitting, I wonder if a computer or AI took over, or has it already….would it have a preference for a certain philosophy, religion, movement, or would it find an average of all and create some kind of super power philosophy/religion that no human could debunk, or argue with, and opinions would just slip off its surface. Where do opinions originate from? So may questions so little time left, for the end is nigh, but is it? Even the thought of writing an ending is tough task…an ending to someone is a beginning to someone else. And as the Kurt Vonnegut epitaph goes, ‘So it goes’. (Slaughterhouse-Five)

 


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hi, how are you?

Currently I don’t have a whole lot of words. I am working on a variety of moving visual content and practicing mindfulness in the elders garden. Been reading a lot, mostly about peregrine falcons and a book on fear. There seems to be a bounty of fear, as if it was in vogue. Fear not, let the the river flow. Fear not, let the blame drift away with the current. Do stop and smell the flowers, observe nature, listen, don’t correct, let it flow, let life be life. I really don’t know the secret to life. I understand that there is suffering in the world. This comes in a variety of forms and shapes. There is an origin of the attachment to suffering. By letting go to attachment, ie. old ways of doing things, flowers that are in the decline, we can end the suffering. And we also have art and a phenomenal ability to overcome even the most difficult of times.

IMG_2001Side Note: I am no different than anyone else, yet different. I fear that we and our planet would not do well if we were to return to the way of doing things pre pandemic. So I train my mind to see through the fear. What will the effects of the pandemic have on our psyche? Our spirit? Our hearts? Our way of being? I do wonder…Do we have the patience and resiliency to try and fix it. We have hope. We have dreams. We have ambition. We have Love. If we let fear and hate take over we already know where that will be going, and do we truly as a species, as brothers, sisters, and kin…. do we really want to go there? I don’t know the answers but I do know I will be spending time in the garden with the plants, listening and observing the planet, and with my brothers and sister in my heart and mind.

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the floraverse

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minimotion time

footage gathered in BC, in my own backyard, while care giving for the elders, and as it turns out, the birds. I went a little experimental with the soundscape which features an accordion I dug out of the wood work,  along with my mom telling me a story.

 


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nature calls 

​First a visual poem. 

and now a poem inspired by Pablo Neruda, as reflected in the first line…

Today I can write the saddest lines. I can write about a heart that was crushed as the ice I walk on along the rivers edge. I can write about the loneliness that filled the void, and of the ghostly calls I hear at night. Inside a vision, a fire rages, thought to be out of control. Isn’t it interesting that a forest can be seen as a majestic thing of beauty and also be fuel to a fire. A call from the wild pulls my attention into the present moment. I appreciate the stillness. Nature heals, cleansing my soul.

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Paintings I have been working on during quarantine, quarantine art, which is still ongoing… My main duty at the moment is to take care of my elders. In being here I  sense that my heart is indeed just fine.

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My family, the people who made me, raised me, and cared for me. Now I return the deeds, full circle, reciprocity.

 

Nature calls… hälts minomotion featuring the call to the wild, I do a lot of research yes, both with technology and the internet/books, etc. as well as going to the natural world for lessons. It is important to get a feel of the subject matter I am working on.


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while in solitude

deathlife

life death

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here and there

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protection

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shelter. (hälts painting) 

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grave with shining light

rainbow

the source of the light

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crystal bokeh

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turkey on the move

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life and death

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the painter man….. hälts minimotion featuring a painting made in the pandemic era.

 

 

In the back of my mind, something does not seem right.

 


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BC and Art…

I don’t have a whole lot of words to express. I could on about how I am feeling, or talk about the weather. Or, I might say that winter has been a chore, and most certainly not a bore. I embraced the winter this year, I let old things die, and revived a passion for my painting. I spent time with the elders, made them meals, spent time listening to their stories. It is strange that we write off the elders, and treat them with such little respect. Instead we blame them for this and that, the climate, the state of the environment, and so on. They did the best the could do. There is no reconciliation without first respecting the fact that the new generations will also make mistakes, and that in the future, they will be the ones who bare the weight. I myself, my little self, think as long as the children are laughing and playing, and that the earth provides us with life, that we ought to celebrate this life, and consider how lucky we are to be here. I know I am.

 

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live art soul sesh

For many years now I have been doing live art. It is a passion of mine and a unique aspect to my artistic practice. Recently I was asked to do some live art in the small BC town called, Invermere. This is near where my elders live and a place I have a deep and intimate connection with. I didn’t think it was going to be particularly busy as kids were back in school. This is kind of nice as it meant I could just enjoy painting outside and not feel any pressure to perform. This can be the case if it is a paid gig or a festival where there is lots of people watching your every move. This was a very chill live art session in the East Koots, a picture perfect evening, not too cold, not too hot.

That is until this lovely family showed up, from Italy, who had moved here because they fell in love with the place. Who could blame them really, it is magical, healing, breath taking, to name a few. I could just stare into the sky here for hours and be completely satisfied. As things progress I am introduced to Emma, who was a ball of energy, a mini sun. I quickly realised she had an eye for the painting and before I knew I was taking art direction form her. She pointed to above the bear and said rainbow here. How can I argue with that, bam, rainbow. Then it was a flower here, a butterfly there and before we knew it it was time to call it a day. I stepped back, a little high off paint fumes and just marinated in the is-ness. Moments like this are precious. As they left there was a sheer sense of creative bliss, and a painting that speaks volumes, completely unpretentious, and warm like the sun. The following day I participated in an art and farmers market and wouldn’t you know the family stopped by for a visit. Emma presented me with an illustration, seen below. My heart warmed 1.5 degrees. Life is a funny thing, when nothing seems to make sense, it says Aloha, remember me? In which I say, ” Indeed I do, it’s been some time, thank you for uplifting a wounded spirit.”

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live art picnic table styles

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a bear named Rose

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Emma B. illustration of the live art act

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hälts art at the Invermere BC artist and farmers market

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coffee dood

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Nature’s eye, always watching, always listening, a lesson through and through.

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watercolour WIP hybrid art

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mid stages of a new watercolour

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rainbow child

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parallel doorway(s)

Wearable art was my jam and where I first began.

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hand pirated wearable art

TheSamruai

hand painted wearable art

TheShaman

hand painted wearable art

 

The duality of life…I try to find some middle ground, head full of phenomenon, a heart with broken strings, a spirit that never quits, albeit changes like the moon, waxes and wanes.

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two worlds


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not dead 

I don’t know a lot, the mind wants to know everything, pressuring self to make changes, to fix, to doubt, to play tricks on the truth. I have been quiet lately, learning to listen, to witness, to see. Consciousness is a gift. Life is a gift. Look after your elders. Love them. No matter what. I forgive you. You know who you are. I don’t have a lot to say at the moment, someone will say it for me. I hope you are ok. I hope you have not given up on your dream. I wish you were here. I wish I was there. Wishful thinking. Love is not enough in this world any more. Love more. We created a hell of a mess. The youth will save this planet. It is not a matter of time. It’s a matter of life. If this makes no sense, well I am an artist, and really many things in life make no sense. Onwards.

fotoMahaloness

I have been disconnected from writing blogs, instead I have been taking time to rekindle a spirit, helping out the elders, chasing eagles, breathing, for life is a precious thing.

BC Moments

Just a reminder that I have new online art shop website haltsart.com click here and Mahalo!

and now…. late Summer BC style….


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I think therefore I paint

Over the course of my artistic practice I have been thinking about what it means to be a painter. Some artists believe they were born to paint. Others were born into paint. While some artists are just enigmas, and we may never really know why they made the art they did. So why paint? What should I paint? Who am I painting for? Am I any good? These are good questions to ask yourself, however in the act of doing these tend to become irrelevant. In the act of being a painter my intuition takes over, which is higher state of self that I have come to know and trust in my work. This is a good thing as there is a lot of uncertainty involved in the process which the doubting mind loves to feed on. It is key to see things through, this has been my life motto, even when all seems lost, and nothing is going right, I keep working through it, and this has been a real area of discovery for me.

My curiosity with painting is perhaps the mystery of painting in itself. I can’t help myself but be drawn to the mystery and, I have made it my life’s purpose to explore it. I have focused on learning ways to make pictures that are genuine hälts; with all the weirdness, the magic, the sorrow, the joy; the nuances of being human whilst living in these silly world. I am by no means well known, however I make art that is both beautiful, celebrated and adorned by some very beautiful humans out there who through chance I have had the great pleasure to meet in this lifetime.

Side note and after thoughts on painting….

I once met a man who believed our lives are predetermined, such that we have no say in our destiny. I am more inclined to believe we do have the capacity to steer our own ship, however there is a flow and rhythm to life, so determining how you want to ride through it is a good starting point. My ship happens to be art, and my main sail is painting. Art has some pretty deep roots to tap into and even after all these years of practice I have yet to fully understand it. Art remains to me a truthful experience documenting life’s mystery and just as winters reveal bits of the truths about ourselves, mark by mark, painting by painting I am revealing my experience. This may not be your experience however surely there is some common ground, that which defies the rational, and hits on some deeper spiritual level. In my practice I am expressing my truth, my inner light, and channeling what gos through my mind. This perhaps is not too disimliar to what my ancient ancestors were doing when they painted on a cave wall. When I work I am very aware of my feelings, my mood, my thoughts and my spirit. This in part is what I am communicating along with the mystery, the unknown and the irrational.

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hälts working on a mural called ‘Creator’, a public art installation piece for peace of mind.

 

fotoMahaloness

a window into the hälts painting oeuvre


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Utiliser votre imagination

Excerpt from Quantum Psychology: How Brain Software Programs You and Your World. Robert Anton Wilson 1990.

On learning, which according to Wilson requires ‘motivation’.

‘ This variability of humans can function as the greatest evolutionary strength of the human race, since it may allow us to learn from persons imprinted and/or trained to see and hear and smell and think those things we have learned not to see or hear or smell or think.
Due to our habit of premature certainty, however, this variability seldom serves that beneficial evolutionary function. More often, when meeting somebody with different gloss or umwelt, we merely label that person “mad” or “bad” — crazy or evil — or both. This may explain most of the hostility on this planet, and most of the wars. ‘

One of many things I love about painting is the ‘learning’ component is ongoing. There is always the chance of a new discovery, a new feeling, a new mark, a new colour, a unique vibration. The imagination opens doors to new possibilities in this milieu of a world we all live in together, this tiny little bubble of magic with so much yet to discover.

fotoMahaloness – Creative explorations led by a curiosity into the unknown. Life is a mystery, full of surprises, full of possibility, depending on the lens one chooses see it through.

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Sesshinal Mahaloness

Upon entering the studio, with warm coffee in hand and a fresh mind the painting sesshin may commence. A sesshin is a Zen expression for ‘collecting heart mind’. Which is to say it is the settling of the mind, to touch the mind, and to convey the mind. Traditionally It consists of a 2 to 7 day period of intense practice in seated meditation, referred to as zazen, and also consists of walking and working meditation. It is something I came across only recently and after researching it I found it made a lot of sense to me. I look at painting as a ritualistic, meditative practice of calming the mind, channeling energy and ideas, and being in ‘heart mind’ space. I have adapted certain components of the a sesshin to my process, and my ritual. Fundamental components to positive creative out flow is ritual and practice. Creating your space and being able to immerse into practice with full concentration and discipline may not sound easy, in fact it is does require work. It has taken me many years to figure it out, and perhaps from the observer outside of me, it might seem low tech, and even rather makeshift. It is in fact a streamlined operation. I know my tools, my paint, my brushes, and my set up. The logistics of painting requires its own set of conditions, and in the case of logistics, I am a black belt. It has been fun developing my kit, learning what works and what doesn’t, and trust meI have received many ‘expert’ opinions over the years of what works best and what doesn’t. The thing is we are unique machines in ourselves and what might work for you may not work for me, and this is the ‘compromise’ of making art, choosing your modus operandi wiki link and seeing it through. This is a challenge and one that does come with a slight chance of fear. The fear is learning something new, and thats it. Once you get through the fear, and it does pass, the learning becomes inspired and the work doesn’t seem like work at all. When I am in my space, in sesshin, I am in heart mind, I am flowing and the good work continues to unfold.
If this blog interests you, and you are in Calgary, Ab, Canada, I am running art classes and workshops at Hughes on Tenthlink to Hughes Fine Art, Mondays and Thrusdays, 6:30 to 8:30 pm, and for ages 13 to 17. I have room in my classes for up to 6 students per night. I am looking to also fill a 6 person classroom on Saturdays, 1-4 pm, there is no set age group, it will be a more intensive one on one guidance and instruction, with inspirational and art history forays relevant to the subject. My approach to teaching is unique, dynamic and fun. I offer extensive insight into art, art process, technique and art history. If this interests you and or anyone you know, please send me a message and we can go from there. You can contact me a mahaloness@gmail.com. Thank you.
Fotomahaloness -the studio sesshin and a drawing made in my art class for 13 to 17 year olds, we came up with mythical creatures based on 3 animals: the wandering albatross, the black devilfish, and a sun fish. We had one hour to render the mythological character and than shared and talked about our creations. I really like to emphasize developing your own style and working on techniques that will enhance your creative outflow.
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