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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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?