Mahaloness

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


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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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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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Grand Mahaloness

We live on one planet, together, as one, even though there are walls, there are countries, governments, agencies, this and that ‘ism’, we all share this home. We build our future, some look past past and race forward faster than time itself, while others look back and see no forward. Still we are here as one, there is no denying it. At the same time there is loneliness here, there is sadness, sorrow, fighting, anger, frustration, ignorance and there is war. There are powers that attempt to control our home, and torture those who do not go along with it. There are parameters placed on our home, as if it is not our home, as If it is a place where we are not allowed to be. Historically we have mistreated our home, dumping pollutants down our drains, and on a larger scale in our oceans with horrific results. We build power plants in tsunami zones, we extract resources out of our home like pulling teeth and leave gaping holes. We treat our home this way so we can progress, so we can feed our needs, and live in comfort. While all this is happening there are some who live in this home without a home, just able to get by and often times suffer. We are all in it, we all affect it, no matter how big or small a footprint is. When our home is threatened there are some who defend it, who speak up for it, there are some who are stewards, who protect sacred land and ocean so that future generations will be able to also appreciate it. In our home there are magical places that are beacons to the rest of the world, examples of what is possible, while at the same time places that wish it could be. All of this is going on in our world at any given place at any given time. One place there is someone who is meditating and connecting with the land, the ocean, while there is someone who is desecrating it and destroying it without a second glance. It is a complex place, so many layers, so many forces, some working together, some completely disconnected. As our home spins it changes, every spin something new, a balancing act, which makes this author wonder how close the balance really is. This is our home, always changing, growing, and decaying. Our home, planet Earth, Mother Earth. It is my dream that we change in a way that will benefit our home, and us, and every living thing that shares this home. The dream I dream is a shared dream, a Grand Mahaloness, a place where there is abundance and a community of like minded people who want to be the change we want to see, that are doing the good work, sharing ideas and bringing light to our Home without electricity. Mahaloness to Chelsea who expanded Mahaloness to Grand Mahaloness, she is one of a growing many who want to see a world that is peaceful, coexisting in harmony with nature, working together as one, a walless society, with the aid of technology and innovation. The time to act is now, it is time to reach a Grand Mahaloness, so that our home will be a place we all want to be. It is a monumental dream, it is within our reach, it is attainable and sustainable if we work together, if we approach the complexity with love, openness, instead of war and separateness. Step one, be Mahaloness, be thankful and grateful, act lovingly, and raise awareness in whatever way you can. If we close doors and turn our backs on our home and each other, than hope will dissipate. History has given us the recipe for what has come and gone, it is the opinion of this author that the time has come to revise the script. It begins with you and with me, taking action that will set positive waves all around our home.

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