Mahaloness

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


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the sun and the city dream 

It’s a lonely journey towards the sun

with all my love I carry on

farther I travel into this desert of space

this anger, the sorrow 

I put aside

burdens lift

drifting effortlessly

the mind settles

a still pond

 

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I often walk alone on this journey, spending hours alone, working away in my tiny studio, immersed in my craft, my art, steadfast in flow. Here I paint my pictures, no other soul in sight, and quite often late into the night.  

This is a painting I am currently working on lit from behind. There is a portrait underneath that was something I lost enthusiasm for, and for various the other reasons that shall remain a mystery. It’s interesting backlit, ghostly you could say. 

I have been a tourist in my own city, roaming around documenting the growth, the movement, and the flux. I find the city to be a lonesome place, all these structures, many only partly occupied, people in transit moving from one tower to th next,  this is an ongoing series I call, citylife. 

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‘the city I call home (urban tourist)’ 🎥 new hälts minimotion with soundscape ‘the discovery of something new’ featuring a bunch of footage gathered along a walk in the city I call home, and a few bits of a studio sesh working on a relatively new painting you could say. ❤️ much respect to all who make this journey bright ❤️


Inside the studio

A space always in flux, where happiness, sorrow, and all that falls in between, flows into an ocean of creativity, no other place I’d rather be. 

‘conjunction’ hälts hybrid art


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wordless


Now some words from hälts pictured above….

There is a metamorphosis going on, the acknowledgement of pain and suffering as part of the experience and acceptance of its weight. Strengthen spirit, forgiveness, honouring the work done in the passing cycle and arrival to new understanding. Rebirth of compassion while seeking the underlying truth, what lies underneath the veil and exposing the light within. Channeling inner rage and fierceness  into powerful works of art without hindrance, free from fear, expectation and result. Going deep, treating painting and art with the utmost respect and honouring the gift given. 
© hälts 2018 

All art here is my own made my me hälts and also a few collaborations with my foamie family down in southern Mexico. All images are not to be used by people who do not respect the message, if any of these images resonate with you please do use them as a screensaver, print a small poster, whatever you need to do, if there is a connection listen to it. Art is a bridge and and my purpose is to share my art with everyone. This is my New Years gift to you. Any questions please email me at mahaloness@gmail.com or leave a comment. Let’s make this world a better place this year and say goodbye to the things that haunt us so we can reach our true potential, together. Peace, prosperity and well being to you all. 


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mountain air romance with some writers block. 

writers block. 

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hälts apologizes for his loss for words, the following images are some highlights over the last few days here in BC and some art as usual, the sun will rise again and there will be more work to be done. 

the artist and human both a work in progress.

I look out to the landscape and the landscape is looking right back at me.

enter

‘BC mind’ hälts hybrid art

true love lives on crisp mountain air.

A man on fire ran into a pileated woodpecker while on a walk down the village street.

to think this is a wild animal…

‘woodpecker’ hälts hybrid art, I found myself chasing around birds for the last two days, I was looking for eagle and instead encountered this pileated woodpecker instead, that’s life for you.

‘Windermere BC’ 🐖 hälts hybrid art featuring a layered portrait of Windermere BC, home of the elders, eagles, the whitehouse…pub, and crisp clean mountain air… when there isn’t forest fires.

Open again. 


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the everything  

It is true that nothing stays the same. Everything that we know is always in flux, always in motion. The oceans tides moving in and out, the moons path across the sky, and the sun’s rise at dawn. When I experience the glow at dawn secretly I never want it to end,  and yet it does every time. Or how about those periwinkle coated clouds at sunset, you know the ones. It all seems infinite. It all seems so perfect. I cherish the connection I have to the natural world, it is a such a gift we share with so many things, it really is everything. 

I looked into the sun as child, and a I learned to respect the sun. 

…and now a new minimotion for your viewing pleasure. 

‘stare into the flame (day 15)’ 🌖 new hälts minimoiton with soundscape ‘night void’ featuring a meditative timelapse of my newest painting WIP, along with some footage gathered along the quest. 

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Today’s letter of the day is E for everything and effort, because it takes effort to get something done right. 

hälts hybrid art ‘cold moon wolf’


Future

I am currently working on a new project for the spring, a mural in my neighbourhood, a redo if you will as the first mural was destroyed. Out of destruction something new will come to life, I am both excited and honoured to make a new mural the community can appreciate and visitors alike. I will do some future posts on that, you’ll just have to imagine it for now. 

studying the material is a key step in any mural project if you want it to last.


The sun went down and I couldn’t find another one…for a while. -Kurt Vile 

in the studio 

This is a new painting I have been working on. I stretched the canvas, primed it and now painting the painting, all of which is very satisfying and keeps me sane in this bassackwards world. It’s far from done, however the elements are starting to come together. Painting is constantly teaching me patience, and for the most part it has been an enjoyable experience.

except for he spilt paint, it happens…

paving the studio floor in gold and the sweatpants apparently…


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the fire 

I held her in my arms

We spun in dance 

Lost in the rhythm of a string 

and a piano chord 

Together on the ground 

spinning

Bathed in each other’s beauty 

 Two embers in a fire

burning for an eternity. 

🎥 minimoiton 

‘spinning’ 🌍 Nuevo hälts minimotion with soundscape ‘maple syrup on pancakes’ featuring a bunch of different segments working on a very special painting, one close to my heart. 


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We only get this one. 

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The following three images demonstrate how I use my drawing and paper cut outs to get composition, I do use modern technology as well but this method is tried, true and tested. 

just the ever so slightest adjustment to the garment

At this stage I am respecting my first marks made, before I continue on with the work. This is the stage where my brain switches to 3-D as I bring the subject to life. I will trust my drawings but also let the paint show me what’s possible. 

hälts painting ‘SLO’ and his new WIP chilling in the main room

Sometimes things go bassackwards, that’s alright, I appreciate you to the utmost degree. 

hälts hybrid art which features a watercolour called Oaxacan spirit, made in the mysterious land of southern Mexico, this is what I would call a spirit document.


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dignity 

I think as an artist you have to write your own history, you cannot rely on the outside to do this for you. Whether or not you think your story is worthy, it has been my experience it is.

hälts looking at his work looking back at him. -Bassbus circa 2011-12


The truth is I don’t have any idea where this ship is going because I haven’t gotten there yet. I have set a course, I follow the stars, putting trust in their guidance, which has gotten me this far. I have been on this vessel for quite some time, and there have been moments of complete peril when I thought she was going to sink. The thought of sunken treasure does have its appeal unless of course you are the sunken treasure than what is good is that? 

something new in the works

A Pirate’s Dream

I dreamt once about an ocean vanished, the only thing left a desert of rolling sand dunes, for as far as the eye can see. As I walked, further and further, I climbed one dune and then another. Each dune getting incrimnetally higher, and each one I climbed the same view once on top, endless dunes for miles and miles. As the desert swallowed me I slowly lost touch with my own identity. It was as if the blowing sand was scaling away all of my scorn, my guilt, and my shame. Petty things that had clouded my mind dissipated, leaving me at peace in the solitude of her embrace. Slowly polishing me into a soft shine. I woke up from this dream in peace and in that moment I felt my sense of dignity return. 

a commission painting for Jeff called ‘a pirates dream’


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soul ritual 

I have often wondered what is the soul of human. Is soul a shared spirit that transects in all directions, mutual to all species, planets, and the universe. Or is soul an individual experience, something within, which occasionally meets another soul that has similar soulness, if you will. Sometimes you just have to make up words. Is their even a soul? I can think of a few individuals who seem soulless however I am going to leave that up to your own imagination. It has been my impression that the art I make has a soul. In many ways I have been extremely protective of it. In a predominately soulless art world which includes commercial art (galleries, ad agencies, public art), all of which I have experience with, my observations have been that they rarely scratch beneath the surface of their own superficiality, where plasticity rules and imitation is applauded. It is no wonder that art as we have known it for hundreds of thousands of years has been stripped of its dignity and sophistication. Instead it is reduced to condensed soup, selling things to people they don’t really need, and making a few very rich people in the process. It’s all about the next publicity stunt that will help that artist(s)/ agency rise to the upper echalants of the boogie, which might be considered an art in itself, however I think history shows time and time again it often misses the soul part. There are a some rare exceptions no doubt but every compromise has its toll on the soul. So with that said lets move into a Paul Bowles quote from ‘The Sheltering Sky’, shall we. 

That night he awoke sobbing. His being was a well a thousand miles deep; he rose from the lower regions with a sense of infinite sadness and repose, but with no memory of any dream save the faceless voice that whispered “the soul is the weariest part of the body”.

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Currently in the studio….

a feather from my cap on my palette board which will also turn into art, nothing wasted.

colour therapy

a gesture to the experience

hälts hybrid art, do city buildings have a soul purpose?