For a fleeting moment I forgot everything.
🌸divinity of the magenta (magenta Tara)🌸 hälts hybrid art
This is part 4 of my ‘painting a tara’ timelapse series, featuring me in the studio working my magic on my latest Tibetan inspired White Tara painting. Following my university days I began to explore Eastern Philosophy and meditation. It has been a lifelong interest of mine. Many of the breathing practices I apply to my meditation also make their way into my painting sesshins, as I like to call them. Each brush stroke becomes a breath and that way I am putting my full energy into each mark I make, while allowing my body to feel loose and limber. Although this may not be the fastest way to make art, it does translate into beautiful healing paintings. Please enjoy part 4, simply go to the link. The music in the video is a recording of me playing my moms electric piano and further developed in Garageband. It also features my own sampled recordings and a few basic synth sounds just to give it a nice blanket effect. Enjoy.
Link: Painting a Tara Part 4
This painting, which I will refer to as the ‘Mahaloness Tara’, a variation of the White Tara, is on a canvas. It was brought to me by a friend who lost his partner to cancer. Originally this was her canvas, which she had started to paint a mandala and there was poem written on it. I recieved it and decided to honor her journey with an image in the likeness of the Tibetan Tara, a Goddess that represents many things including, healing. About a year before this happened I had met a man named Romio Shrestha, at a visionary conference called Alchemeyez, which took place on the Big Island of Hawaii. Here is a link to Romio’s website for more info on him. His mantra is simple, peace and enlightenment through art. When I met Romio it was synchronicity and his smile was infectious. His work was up at the conference as well, huge Thangkas, intricate and unbelievable details, and when I asked Romio how he managed to get so good, he responded, ‘I am 17 lifetimes old!’ Flash forward back to this painting. Before I came up with the Tara concept, I decided to send Romio a message, the unconventional way, via a thought while in meditation, I felt his presence in the room and than I remember standing up and walking over to the canvas which sat there for three days before I put any paint on it. When I looked at the canvas I saw the face of the Tara, which confirmed what I would paint on the canvas, the Mahaloness Tara was born. It took 3 weeks to complete and than I contacted the young man who had dropped it off, and asked if he would like to see the painting, he did. He came over and I was not sure how he would react, he had literally dropped it off and wanted me to just ‘use the canvas’ and I could sense he did not really want it back, too much pain. When he arrived he saw the painting and immediately began to cry, with a smile, you see he was not sad, instead he was filled with so much joy that he could not contain it. He told me that one of the last things she did was draw a white tara, I smiled and passed it over to him. This is the power of art, it has the power to heal, and is medicine for the heart and soul.
Her poem (which was written on the canvas prior to the Tara being painted):
If you are not afraid of dying then there is nothing you can’t achieve.
If you realize all things change, there is nothing you will try to hold onto.
This painting is now hanging on the young man’s wall.
fotoMahaloness -full circle
link to order your very own Mahaloness Tara (White Tara)
Thank you very much.
This dedicated to anyone who has lost a loved one: friend, family, or lover.
The White Tara mantra has a number of variations, a common one in its Sanskrit form is:
OM TARE TUTTARE TURE MAMA AYUH PUNYA JNANA PUSTIME KURU SVAHA.
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There are many layers to being human. Anger is one of those layers and to deny that anger exists is to deny a feeling. There is in fact plenty of anger in this world, it is all over, I have felt my share and I witness it on a daily basis. Anger is gasoline to an engine, when ignited it can drive pain and suffering all over this planet, and this is what we call aggression or violence in society. This isn’t to say that anger itself is not warranted, or that it does not have a place in the emotional complexity of being human. Anger is a feeling, and feelings change, to judge anger as being ‘bad’ or as something to be ashamed of is denying a feeling, and in our society where keeping face seems more the norm, the anger builds and without proper outlets and guidance can erupt in very disruptive ways. Deflecting anger only prolongs the inevitable; to be aware of and to embrace anger through love and compassion can redirect the energy into useful and even productive channels, art being one of those channels.
fotoMahaloness – within my paintings are many layers, all colors of the spectrum, art of the underground, driven by dynamic socio political climatic conditions and an unwavering curiosity.
-new paintings and digi remixed fantasy/visionary/dream work
As you know I really work at keeping the Mahaloness blog positive, we all know there is a lot of crazy stuff going on in the world, whether it is a war somewhere in the Middle East, or a famine in West Africa, or some other tragedy somewhere else, there are all sorts of reasons to be down on the state of the world, which includes us the people and all living things, finding ourselves here on Earth, in this thing together yet so separated. When I wonder about what the state of the world is I find myself feeling melancholy, it is easy to feel the weight, and I certainly could choose to go that direction with my work, make some kind of political statement, or challenge the status quo. Through my travels I have met all sorts of people, some famous, some infamous and some who are just like you and me, people, who have dreams, who have stories, songs, who think about the ‘what ifs’ and that time they felt nobody cared. Well I will state here that I care, and it is care, which to me is love, that pushes me to write this blog, to paint the paintings and doodle the doodles. I have done this my whole life, I don’t really know why, or how, or where it comes from, and I do have my ideas, though they are theories, and may or mat not be the actuality. I look back at all the years I been making art, the tribulations, the trials, the hardships, the joy, the battles, not to mention the worry I have my Mother has gone through, all my family for that matter, and don’t even get me started on the financial woes and living the life of a gypsy, which has come with its own set of worry lines and cores feet in my facial features. I have every reason to be down, to want to give this up, to walk away, and do the safe bet, go back to school or get a job and make some money, maybe that is an option, and I do not want to say it is a bad thing, it’s not, I just know that art and I are the best of friends, family, and we keep each other company, especially during the dips. I acknowledge that I wear my heart on my sleeve, why, because it is who I am. When I set out on this exploration to Athbasca I wanted to leave all my worries behind me, and even up to the last minute of departure at the boat launch I had my reasons to be stuck in the past. After being interviewed I remember looking out at the water, watching Darcy warm the engines, and the crew load the gear, I was taking it all in, because that’s what an artist does. There is hardly a moment I am not in mode, though I admit that I do make attempts to sidetrack myself, even sabotage myself, just so I can say that I did something other than art, or that art was not my only motivation or purpose, but it is. I look out at the water, it’s flow is slow, easy, almost hypnotic, the light glimmers on the surface as the the sun rises in the east, pouring its love in Mother Earth’s direction, how lucky we are to be here, how special this place really is. It’s easy to lose that moment, when thoughts enter the mind, pulling me back to the trials I have been through, the worries, we have all been there. It’s easy to attach to those times when we wished we had done something differently or we sent a wish to the nighttime sky for something to give. That first day I stood on that river’s edge, I had lots on my mind, I remember looking out at the water and thinking to myself, let the water take those thoughts, let them go. It is something the early Buddhists did, observing nature and learning from her, the lessons easily missed if you were not paying attention, concentrating without effort, which is also what art is. When you concentrate you are relinquishing all that distracts you from who you are in the present moment and what all those people out their in the known universe are thinking or feeling about you during that moment. You are with yourself and yet completely tapped into the everything, the mode, the flow, like the river. Finally I hear a loud, ‘Shane!, let’s go!’ It takes me back to being a child again, where I grew up, a forest, maybe not quite like this, it was close to the city after all, yet to me it was wilderness. I found myself getting lost out there, and not in the sense I was ‘lost’, no, it was more like losing myself, being one with the place I stand and breath. I guess it also my curiosity, something I know I have never lost, it is what brought me here, to this place, even though I am the artist who was casted to play myself on a river adventure, along with Ania, which I wonder what she must be thinking right about now, did she see it the same way? I don’t know. So this was a moment I had, or should I say moments, I think what I really felt was what the Hawaiian’s call A’ina, ‘child of the land’, I laugh to myself because though it is Ania, it’s pretty close to A’ina, thats how my brain works, a reveal into the head Mahaloness, I smile to myself and make my way to the boat….
Side note: my writing is unique to me, it doesn’t always come out easy and I admit that my grammar is interesting to say the least, it’s real, all my stories are, they come out as they do and if there is a sudden change from past to present to future, it’s no problem, I always try to bring it around, or at least fill the gaps in and that’s also who I am mostly in real life, I am here there and every which way and than some, so it can make it challenging to be in concentration and I think thats something we can all relate to, I hope this makes sense. I will be continuing the river story, I am in the process of finding a home, I have been living like a gypsy and a gypsy is not always welcome in ones home. Until the next, Mahaloness
FotoMahaloness: the scene before departing on our river journey, and the modern Tara, a painting by me made last year, for you, enjoy.
When I made this painting I was thinking of a combination of the White Tara and Green Tara, so I consider her to be a union of the two. Here is a link with regards to the meaning of the Tara mantra. Tara mantra meaning
In the eye of the hurricane there is said to be calm. If this is the case than when ever I find myself in the middle of a storm, I would see the things flying all around me, and yet be unaffected by them. Knowing this, will I find myself whirling around with all the debris, like trash in the sea, or will I find the calm in the storm and patiently observe it come and go. If this were the case than I would see the things that are in the storm, and can than properly assess what my course of action might be, rather than be in it, dodging and weaving, and owned by fear. Studies show that if you have a positive outlook that you are able to see things clearer, that the negative is less attracted to you, and that you will be in a calm state. Perhaps that is what art is to me. While I create art I am at peace, even though the world is going on around me, I am at peace.
For may years I feel like I have been an advocate for artists, working hard to get art in peoples view, whether that is on a bus or on a wall, or a canvas. My purpose, to be an ambassador to culture, and warm hearts that have like many of us, faced adversity and serious hardships in their life, and to empower spirit in a world that is not always fair, and not always considerate to ones temple. I often wonder how long I will continue to do the work I do, it has not been an easy ride, even if I make it look easy, and that’s okay, because I know I am in service to humanity, as long as I am in good health and able, I will do my best to carry on. The challenge is to do the good work in a world that chases numbers, or are caught up in the day to day grind, and who love and appreciate art, but find it hard to pay for it because of this or that thing. I guess this has been how its always been, though I could sell my soul, or improve my marketing skills, or hire a middle person, than again I wouldn’t have made some of the art I have. It is not so much about profitability or fame, it is and has always been about the art, from the heart, and perhaps what has been given will come around. Some food for thought as I prepare to move forward into the next.
FotoMahaloness art from the heart paintings and digital verité
I may not drive a car but I do blog, so with this in mind please remind yourself I am a visual artist, writing and blogging are new to me, relatively new that is, I am no Hemmingway, or HST, but I am dedicated, and in some ways a man possessed, which has its own inherent challenges…what I am trying to convey is that this blog is superfluous, although there are some gems in there, unfortunately for me writing doesn’t always flow like paint does. I also would like to note that I wholeheartedly do not want to explain my paintings, this has nothing to do with you, the reader, it is something I am working on, day to day. To confuse you even more, l am able to explain the work, it does come from somewhere, but if I told you, you probably wouldn’t believe me unless that is if I was doing a live talk and you and I were there, which is clearly not the case because you are there and I am here. This is okay, I will continue to post, for those onboard, thank you, for those new to the scene, welcome, and please forgive me for my ineptitude with words, I think I might be dyslexic, and that’s oaky. I am the author of Mahaloness, and I am okay with that. Being that this is a fairly linked community, and that interconnectedness is the real deal, I Mahaloness will do my best to post the most Mahaloness I can, meaning I will promote positive vibrations and inspire to be inspired and continue on this path, maintaining the good work, and giving thanks to all those who help me be here, and to extend that back accordingly and in gratitude. We live in an interesting times, so much going on, and for what it’s worth, I am happy to be here, part of it, and hopefully by doing what I consider the good work, which is sharing my art and experience, that it benefits your time as well as mine. To all the good folks doing the good work, whether it is Alex or Allyson Grey, Autumn Skye, Aude Ray, Adham Shaikh, Blue Lunar Monkey, Beatfarmer, Jake, Jim, Mike, Molly, Nicole, Anna, Francisco Goya, Willy Nelson, Oprah, Ram Das, Laura, Tara, Michelle, Romio Shrestha, the Dalia Lama, MCA, Shane, Halla Halla, Hana Kyle, Tyler HVW8, Austin at eyecollector.com, Caroline Weaver, Riley Tease, Carl White, it goes on and on and on, keep up the good work, it is essential you do, vital, and is beautiful in every which way. It is easy to get caught up in the unpleasantness that life can bring, it is human, it is also beautiful to be human, here and now and with all of you, Mahaloness.
Breath of Life, 12 x 24 Acrylic on Canvas (available as original or print)
Hope 24 x 24 Acrylic and mixed media on panel -private collection
The early years, an abstract, my first abstract made when I was around 20
An evolution in style