Mahaloness

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


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a little reminiscing 

A poem for the moment. 
Hope you find what your searching for my darling

I hope you find these things 

Because a new beginning is what you needed 
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This is what it’s like to paint for me, I drift in and out, from the here now, to those moments when I was healing my soul from the grind and filling my artistic cup with the jam that keeps me going. I hope you like it, the soundscape is ’painter pilgrimage’ Enjoy! 📽  ‘painter man’ with soundscape ‘painter pilgrimage’ 


This is me in contemplation. I have been working on this WIP called ‘SLO’ for months and months, I am so close to finishing this painting. I have been working with a bit of a heavy heart, I will not complain it is a part of life that we love to sugar coat and throw inspirational quotes at, however the only way to get through things is to let it pass, the art of letting go, non attachment, impermanence. Sometimes I sit for hours with a brush in hand, it is natural to have thoughts during these moments, thoughts about life, art, people, lovers, family, friends, the ocean, you know thoughts. This has been my journey, a painter pilgrimage, I guess it’s my way of passing through life with a sense of dignity and grace, because one cannot know grace without also knowing folly. Although I have my days when I want to walk away from this practice, I wonder what life would be if I had never picked up a paint brush, it seems implausible, because it is. I will never forget the day I told my sister, ‘I am going to be an artist!’, and she replied, ‘you already are.’ So keep on my friends, find a way, and make art not war. (Artwork: the red bicycle by Raya Monroe, bought this painting form a young artist back in the day, it makes me smile, and my watercolour ‘the Shalu kid’) 

And a few moments in time with my WIP ‘SLO’ 

I like to sit and paint next to Rothko.

flashback

A rather old digi painting I made, I love waves, I love the ocean, it brings me great joy of being, soon I will be out again in its frothiness, duck diving waves and with a little luck, getting shacked. 


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a little reminiscing 

A poem for the moment. 
Hope you find what your searching for my darling

I hope you find these things 

Because a new beginning is what you needed 
fotoMahaloness

This is what it’s like to paint for me, I drift in and out, from the here now, to those moments when I was healing my soul from the grind and filling my artistic cup with the jam that keeps me going. I hope you like it, the soundscape is ’painter pilgrimage’ Enjoy! 📽  ‘painter man’ with soundscape ‘painter pilgrimage’ 


This is me in contemplation. I have been working on this WIP called ‘SLO’ for months and months, I am so close to finishing this painting. I have been working with a bit of a heavy heart, I will not complain it is a part of life that we love to sugar coat and throw inspirational quotes at, however the only way to get through things is to let it pass, the art of letting go, non attachment, impermanence. Sometimes I sit for hours with a brush in hand, it is natural to have thoughts during these moments, thoughts about life, art, people, lovers, family, friends, the ocean, you know thoughts. This has been my journey, a painter pilgrimage, I guess it’s my way of passing through life with a sense of dignity and grace, because one cannot know grace without also knowing folly. Although I have my days when I want to walk away from this practice, I wonder what life would be if I had never picked up a paint brush, it seems implausible, because it is. I will never forget the day I told my sister, ‘I am going to be an artist!’, and she replied, ‘you already are.’ So keep on my friends, find a way, and make art not war. (Artwork: the red bicycle by Raya Monroe, bought this painting form a young artist back in the day, it makes me smile, and my watercolour ‘the Shalu kid’) 

And a few moments in time with my WIP ‘SLO’ 

I like to sit and paint next to Rothko.

flashback

A rather old digi painting I made, I love waves, I love the ocean, it brings me great joy of being, soon I will be out again in its frothiness, duck diving waves and with a little luck, getting shacked. 


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in a brush stroke 

a minimotion which captures at least partially what goes into a brush stroke, with soundscape ‘more than just paint goes through this brush’, the minimotion features a bunch of timelapse that I have been collecting, some roadtrip action, an eagle in a tree that I like to visit whenever possible, also a helmet airbrush project and some of the stages that I did for Canadian Olympic skeleton athlete Mirela ‘Mimi’ Rahneva here is a link to a great article featuring Mimi, Mimi’s story check that out, at any rate that’s what’s goes into a brush stroke, life, nature, people, this is what inspires me to do what I do, hope you enjoy this piece.

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Thank you to everyone who made this possible, so many to thank ❤️ Mahalo and Aloha 


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morphing 

Some paintings morph for quite a while, this one is no exception, been working on it for the last several months, you could say it’s a paintamentary, it embodies life experience, romance, heart break, joy, sorrow, travel, nature, city, and human nature. It was painted in public settings and also in my studio. There is a social cultural anthropologist side to me, for as long as I can remember, observing people in this theatre we call life and documenting the experience. There is also a monk side to me, hours spent in relative silence devout to painting, thinking, concentrating, and being in each moment as it unfolds, mark by mark, layer by layer. It will be interesting to see this one through, I am making no predictions, just continue to build the layers, and do the work until it’s on the brink of exhausted. That might end up being the title, although that’s a little too predictable. 

hälts minimotion 

‘hälts presents SLO’ ⚡️a new minimotion paintamentary rough cut special edition with soundscape ‘I I’ and featuring some Sky timelapse from the summer months, my painting WIP ‘SLO’ (working title) morphing before your very eyes, in flux, closing with some water rippling in slomo, and the beat goes on…(part 1) 


And a moment of silence for Tom Petty and Gord Downing, we lost some good ones, there songs will carry on.        


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the wounded healer 

I was listening to a podcast called ‘the wounded healer’ on headphone commute and decided to make a watercolour painting which you shall see below. It’s been a little crazy lately between working in film sets, finishing projects and continuously work on paintings that are stacking up like Waimea Bay on a good swell. As leaves fall and winter approaches it looks like I’ll have plenty to work to keep me warm and busy, and will begin planning a trip that will be dedicated to making travel art, surfing and reclaiming my spirit. 

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‘starting new’ 🖌 a new minimotion with soundscape ‘super duper job’ featuring a bike ride, a very simple paper stop animation, a couple fresh watercolour sesshins in its very early stages, a beach on the Olympic peninsula in Washington St. that I camped on during the summer, and closing with the soothing sounds of lady Pacifica

‘fire in the sky’ a new watercolour WIP following some time spent in BC Canada this summer and fall

‘the wounded healer’ a watercolour painting I just finished up, it’s hard to open your heart up in this world of drama, the work must continue and I plan to continue the good work because the world is in need of it.


‘crossroads’ my hybrid art, reimagining my painting through digital media

‘animal’ a hybrid piece which uses my painting WIP ‘SLO’ reimagined digitally.

As crazy, confusing and weird as life may be, it is also something wonderful and I wouldn’t change one bit of it, even if that was an option, this includes ‘mistakes’ because these are golden opportunities to learn about ourselves, they are there to teach us in order to grow, and to build upon, there’s no point in being hard on yourself because it is self defeating, get up, get going, there’s more work to be done.  


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traveling artist (part 2)

Q: What is the purpose of your trip?

A: To spend time observing the ocean, stand with a few of the remaining old growth forests, and with a little bit of luck decompress. 

As I wonder along an elusive path hidden by tall grasses I trust my instincts and find my way to an opening. In front of me a sandy beach flanked by sculpted sand dunes, and a lonely sea gull gliding effortlessly with the cold Pacific breeze. This morning is calm, puffy white clouds drift by, and tide is low heading towards high. The saltiness of the air is refreshing to the senses, as the land and the sea remind me just how magnificent this planet is. 

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‘gone to sea’ a new hälts minimotion with soundscape ‘taking time’ featuring footage captured by me while in Nahalem, Oregon, while on road trip up the coastline towards Canada, which is North, eh. 


I could spend a century wondering these beaches with relative stationary sand dunes, staring out to sea, and bringing it back in to observe the tiny elements that make up this fascinating ecosystem. The one thing I have always noticed about the Oregon coast is the cooler temperatures especially when there is a sea breeze, thankfully there are many natural and human aided structures to take some shelter and a poncho can go a long ways.

jelly fish washed up onda beach, how far did it travel to get here?

the tent in all its glory

‘painted rock’ found at a tire place we went to due to some strange sounds coming from the wheel, I took this as a good sign

‘tides change’ a water colour digital hybrid that I painted while exploring Nahalem, beach styles


And now for a new feature on Mahaloness, a look back at my work from the hälts art archives….

 Over the years I have been very fortunate to work on commission work. This is a very rewarding part of my art because one it pays the bills, and also I have a chance to work so many great people who we artists call ‘patrons’. Without patrons artist would not thrive, both now and historically speaking. It is through these commission paintings that I have been able to hone in on my skills and push my comfort zones with respect to the subject matter. For the most part I have gotten most of my work through word of mouth, and some commissions through social media. This did not happen overnight, even though there were times I wish it did. Usually my commission work starts with a meeting, where I sit down with my clients and we discuss what it is they want and I try to offer my expertise and knowledge based on my experience. I do tend to work intuitively so learning how to communicate this to clients has taken some time, in terms of earning there trust, while also in keeping  with their vision. Through the process I tend to share updates and occasionally will have studio visits, which are really quite fun and satisfying, especially when the client is stoked with what they see, this makes the work less stressful and the patron feels like they are part of the process. What I would like to do in future posts is write about some of these commissions specifically as they do have stories that go above and beyond the paintings themselves. Lastly, I will be starting a new chapter with Mahaloness and interviewing people from various walks of life, especially areas that I am particularly interested in as an artist, so more on that in future posts, for now enjoy the commissions and may Mahaloness be with you. 

Here are a few commissions from the hälts archives. 

‘Crystal Buddha’ (acrylic on wood) c.2016

My very first independent mural project for Hillhurst Hardware mural c.2010 Calgary Ab

‘eye of compassion’ c.2013 acrylic on canvas

My first ever commission painting ‘Daivd Niven’ (the original pink panther) made back in 2005! Acrylic on Canvas


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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