Mahaloness

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


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Oh how fall pervades thee senses.

It is fall in this part of the world. Summer a near distant memory, the fruits of its warm summer glow turning red, orange, and golden yellow. Lost in the silence of her song, thoughts wilt, in heart I remain. Remember me, if only fleeting, let me seduce you with my colours, my smells. For you will miss me when winter rings the bell.

The foto gallery consist of images from my moms garden, Molly’s secret garden where the giant sunflowers grow.

And now a video I recently made following the completion of a mini mural installation of a baby bear. After much contemplation and rediscovery of self, I am excited to return to sharing story through motion and sound. This will be followed by a short film simply called, ‘fall’. Thank you for patience, and as always keep up the good work, and be well.

‘halts on art’

A short documentary of hälts sharing insights on art, connectivity, bears, and a possible vaccine for being pissed off. He adds that Nature is also very good for the soul, it reminds us we are little and also part of something wonderful. Thank you for viewing. Baby bear mural motion picture coming soon.

‘fall’

A day of fall in a short film Wirth soundscape ‘the sunflower’s lament’ which includes some accordion bytes, perhaps th hardest instrument ever to play.

The baby bear mural is dedicated to my family, as well as Gord and Sam, and their new little one, Levi.


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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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life

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.

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The sky is full of miracles.

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3 herons

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

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

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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. 

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

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sometimes purple haze


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when unkind, unwind

I spent my days with a woman unkind, it left me gutted and with a heart unkind. I am going to go to Mexico to start again, going to ride them green waves, drink coconut water and take my chances on the big wet plane. -an anonymous surfer/traveller/artist/maybe writer left written on a roll of toilet paper in a baño in Mexico, 2016

 

Life shows up when it wants, and how it wants. The chaos gets intense, hold on. If you can ride it out and stay calm in thee fury, you will make it. Be prepared for anything. The mind being a powerful tool, can also fool, and easily throw you onto another path. That’s ok, it happens to everyone, we all have stories to tell. These events shape our lives, however is it not so that shapes are just an illusion. Peel away the layers of perceived self, and there is a fragile thing called life, here one moment gone the next without your knowing, or controlling. To ridicule another by projecting past mistakes onto them is the antithesis to kindness. The only way to forgive is to let those wounds heal in their own time. The path to kindness is right under your feet, but do be aware of smoke and mirrors. For in the shadows are obstacles that have defeated even the best of human.

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Old stuff….

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a magic bus I painted, here in the halfway mark

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cosmic buddha

Mexico

Mexican Reverie c.2009  In the early days I was drawn to the abstract expressive, it really depends on the environment and is definitely a painting style that requires a proper studio, I left as much paint on the house I rented as I did on canvases

 

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paintings come, paintings go

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wearable art I made from back in the day c.2006, it made it as far as New York City where a few lucky souls own a hälts original. 

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a commercial spray job I did in Mexico c.2017…overdue for a new face

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back when, live art, no sleep, grizzly bear, tutus, and unwavering commitment

Presently…

I have been working on new paintings, experiencing personal transformations, while also take care of my elders.

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then and now, weird

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spiders love the art

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emptiness

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vastness

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the eagle soars

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ice lake mountain

 

No matter what I write here, it will be the truth of that moment, even if I want to hide the things that don’t appear so Mahaloness… everything has its beauty, the good, the bad, the ugly, there is nothing to hide, nothing to feel ashamed of, because at the end of the day I am just like you, human, here to make mistakes, and occasionally  miracles. There is an old saying, countless mistakes makes something beautiful.

 

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BC East Koots winter life, I enjoy being present with Nature as much as possible.

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Current Art including painting WIP’s and also revamping my website…. relaunch in Spring 2020 ❤️💚💛

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behind

Behind the work, the paintings, there is a human. Life experience and the universal. Humbled, but not humble. I have been tempted to believe that what I do has no value, somehow unimportant, overlooked, underrated, a luxury item, privy to the few. No mind, let those think what they want to think. One says you should do this, meanwhile never stopping to see the painted canvas right under their nose. I am no lesser than those crowned as important, albeit quiet, one hears more in the silence. I have no regrets for taking this path, and would not trade it in for anything this world has to offer. I am fine with dying with all my artwork, a painting sold does not change a thing. These marks I make come from my heart and soul, an inner spirit unwavering to what life brings. Mind wants to say you’ve had enough, tears that fill an ocean, brought back to life as rain. Those who have witnessed the magic how I do love dear. I don’t believe in hope, I don’t believe in hype. I don’t make art for fun except when it is. I don’t believe in what most people tell me, I do as inner spirit says. I don’t expect you to understand this, I don’t want to explain because you want me too. I trust in art and the I am. There is no planning for the future, no ten year plan. There is no what’s before me, nor the illusion of the past. Look beyond the superficial, and see there is grit, there is sorrow and there is pain, there is love, even when it rains. Lovingly transformed into beautiful art, for a garden grows from the waste of what is left behind. I am who I am, a reislient , heart strong, empathetic, no fool to the game, human being to my last breath.

‘SLO’ painting acrylic on canvas 2018, a 2 year painting project, available

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‘Mawyucan’ acrylic and mixed media on canvas, I do actually know the subject in this painting, or at least one time I did, availableIMG_9692

I like to go to remote places to paint, somewhere in Oaxaca Mexico.IMG_9677

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sometimes solitary, sitting quietly with canvas. IMG_9620

the silent assassin at work. IMG_8945

here one moment, gone the next. IMG_8954

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full ULLR bar mural 2019 likely will keep adding elements. IMG_8926

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Be well a friend said to me

Thank you

You too

My friend.

 

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💛 stay golden

special treat part 3 of the ULLR bar mural mini motion series.

 

Never give up.

The I am loves you.


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hälts mini retrospective

I do look look (echo) back sometimes, not with regret but in awe of the life I have had the great fortune to live.

The whirlwind continues, working diligently as ever on my art life. I had a dream, a van dream, to drive all over and do art shows, murals and maybe even sell my apple butter, and pies with hot coffee. I decided to test out my dream by renting a van, packing it full of art, some apple butter, and the basic necessities for simple van life living. My destination,  Soulfood, located in the heart of Cranbrook BC. I have found that my best shows just kind of happen themselves, a room speaks, a wall calls, my intuition gives me a heads up. When I listen, good things usually follow, however one can never expect this will be the case, for expectation can fuzzy the intuition. The trip went really well, lots of mini adventures, and stopping to smell the fall. This is not to say there weren’t a few glitches, there always is, that’s called learning. However the unfathomable did occur, I forgot the device to make the coffee. I had a few moments of fear, such as being woken up at 2 am by outside flashlights and tapping noises on the window. I was able to reign in the fear and opened the door in a very quick move, jumping out and putting the red flashlight to my face. It was an effective move as the party of young folk screamed and then ran into the forest, never to be seen by me again. There was a chance of things backfiring, but wouldn’t you know the universe responded well. Afetrall this story is no CNN report portraying the calamity of modern civilisation, nor is this fake news. My trip was filled with positive experiences, meeting new people along the way,  and sharing in the joy of living, and installing an art show. It dawned on me while hanging my art that this was essentially a mini retrospective of sorts. Each painting a chapter in the story. As tired as I was installing and working on labels, and all that tuff that is part of the process, I was quite happy to be present and sharing my life’s work. To be frank, there were a few things weighing on my mind. A soar tooth, the angst of living in a city that doesn’t support the arts, and caring for parents who are in the last years of their story. I was also a little frustrated that I could not get a few more paintings. I was also hanging a painting that I had hidden for a couple years. It was a very personal piece, however I also know that it had a greater message than my own. Everything fell into place and exceptional hospitality made for a very stress free and enjoyable installation. I found being on the road gave name some clarity. Sometimes life is just one big blur, in these moments time slows right down, and humans connect live and direct, no need for interfaces and smart phones. This is something I cherish, and is why this will not be the last. The road back was effortless, albeit a bit tiring. Thankfully there are these places called rest area, I highly recommend taking them in, there’s some real gems out there. It is important to note, I am reminded that life is beautiful, mostly… you just need to tune out and tune in, if you know what I mean. So for now here is some pictures that express ten thousand words, adios!

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‘roadtrip’

💛🌞👌 Much gratitude to Caitlin at Soulfood @kootenaysoulfood (located in the city of Cranbrook BC) for offering the beautiful space and the warm reception, artshow details will be coming soon…first some much needed sleep.

 


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minimotion bookmarks

  1. I have been BC mostly, with intermittent trips to the city for work. Been thinking a lot about this and that, and kissing the sky for she never lets me down. Life, full circle, everything changes, nothing changes, the veil falls, don’t be fooled. Fall falls, sun light shortens, frosty mornings, raining golden leaves as trees go to sleep, birds fly to their southern haunts, apple butter and hot coffee to warm the bones. 

And now a new minimoiton and some fotos of life recently followed by another new minimotion….

‘wolf feast’ ☕️ hälts minimotion with soundscape ‘strange it is’ featuring a painting sesh on some new WIPs and a proper wolf feast 


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I came across a wolf feast, on the road, between 2 worlds, a metaphor, or four, I could not believe my own eyes, how strange things happen when you let them, in other words, her far away heart a distant memory devoured by the wolf within. 

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‘last of the radiant child’ hälts hybrid art

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a pair of WIPs


‘dark road’ 🎥 hälts minimotion with soundscape ‘say nothing’ 

For the curious a link to my new art shop  haltsart.com


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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

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hand painted wearable art

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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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nothing more nothing less 

What is the solution? Do we just conform? Do we just obey and comply?  What is going to bring us to a balance? Is there enough time to turn things around? Do things need to be turned around? Are we so far gone that we have just given up? Are we so corrupted that we just can’t even begin  to come clean? Are we so blind that we cannot even see? Is it an illusion? Does it matter? Do I stay? Do I go? Do I be present? Do I watch and do nothing? Do I listen? Am I here? Is this happening? What can I do? Should I just be? Why are we not listening? Why do we argue? Why do we fight? Why do we kill? Is alcohol the answer? Is gambling making a difference? Is anything worth fighting for, winning? I try to understand, I try to be patient, I try to be quiet, so I can listen. What do I hear? What do I see? I can’t make any sense of it. I don’t see the point. I only see that it’s tearing us apart. Are we are all in the same boat, hurtling through an infinite space of misery? Wait. I must listen to my heart, what remains of it, under the scars. 

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tonight’s paint sesshin ‘painting for wounded earth’ a watercolour that depicts Windermere BC, looking out to the eagle’s nest.

another metaphor

when I go to the desert this will be my way.


A portrait I have wanted to paint over but can’t find it in my heart to do so…Appreciation moment 

My mom painted these sometime in the 70’s, she showed me them just recently, made my day, art has that power to do that when it’s made with meaningfulness, even if you may not know it at the time you paint it, if that makes sense. 


A Note: No I do not use grammar apps, they suck, they suck the life right out of writing, and make us as uniform as wonder bread, which is not my cup of tea. 

THEY DO LIVE!


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Landscape 

Gratitude, love and respect flow through my brush, onto a piece of paper, so the story goes for this painter man. Softening the effects of life’s edge, and silencing the battle between good and evil. I try to be strong, sometimes it feels like a losing cause, this the doing of the doubting mind playing tricks on me. Truth be told, in the depth of my being, lives the real truth, the only truth, and that is, it is just as it is supposed to be, I am fine, golden, and genuine.  For many years I thought sadness has followed me, and for the longest time I could not find, the reason, the root, the cause, only false leads and unintentional misdeeds, testing the unconditional love of family and loved ones. Some left, they tried their best, my love no less, and so it goes for this painter man. What lies ahead, I cannot express, for this I do not know. Just know that the light will shine, and I will continue on, in grace, with dignity, and in honour of the ones who gave their lives to the greater meaning. 

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‘the simple things’ 

A hälts minimoiton with soundscape ‘right hand left hand’ featuring nothing other than life itself. The watercolour landscape painting titled  ‘A painting for wounded Earth’ is of a special place in my heart along the banks of the mighty Columbia River, Windermere BC, Canada. I am currently on a watercolour and landscape trend, when Nature speaks I have learned to listen, if you know what I mean. It must be said that the subject matter may change however the heart and soul that goes into my work is unchanging, timeless, unbound, and universal. 


Painting for Wounded Planet