Mahaloness

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


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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. 

choose your own star

‘last of the radiant child’ hälts hybrid art

in the painting twilight zone

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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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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city above art below

In this palace of glass, steel and concrete I roam, a bubble in the universe, where past meets present meets future. What makes us reach for the sky? What drives the city to constantly want to expand, what is the draw, the appeal of this environment?  My own interaction with the downtown is mostly task oriented, with the occasional exploratory walk or skate, depending on the weather, so as to observe the landscape and the rhythm of it’s occupants. Mostly I am fascinated with the up, looking up, it is both a marvel to behold, while also somewhat perplexing.

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I have more words to write, more thoughts to share however I am going to keep this one short and sweet as I am working on a proposal for an art residency at the moment, it is currently taking most of my time and energy. The images gathered here are an ongoing look at the urban environment, always in flux and a monuments of the past, present and the future. Where is it all going, and and are we prepared to adapt to the ever changes we are seeing in our lifetime. More on that when I return for now some images to go with words.

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​​Into the studio 

I have been working on this painting for a month or so,  it has transformed into a new idea, however a continuation of a story, the one that got away. 


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the sun and the city dream 

It’s a lonely journey towards the sun

with all my love I carry on

farther I travel into this desert of space

this anger, the sorrow 

I put aside

burdens lift

drifting effortlessly

the mind settles

a still pond

 

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I often walk alone on this journey, spending hours alone, working away in my tiny studio, immersed in my craft, my art, steadfast in flow. Here I paint my pictures, no other soul in sight, and quite often late into the night.  

This is a painting I am currently working on lit from behind. There is a portrait underneath that was something I lost enthusiasm for, and for various the other reasons that shall remain a mystery. It’s interesting backlit, ghostly you could say. 

I have been a tourist in my own city, roaming around documenting the growth, the movement, and the flux. I find the city to be a lonesome place, all these structures, many only partly occupied, people in transit moving from one tower to th next,  this is an ongoing series I call, citylife. 

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‘the city I call home (urban tourist)’ 🎥 new hälts minimotion with soundscape ‘the discovery of something new’ featuring a bunch of footage gathered along a walk in the city I call home, and a few bits of a studio sesh working on a relatively new painting you could say. ❤️ much respect to all who make this journey bright ❤️


Inside the studio

A space always in flux, where happiness, sorrow, and all that falls in between, flows into an ocean of creativity, no other place I’d rather be. 

‘conjunction’ hälts hybrid art


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I 1

A piano score I made in 2009 called, ‘an imperfect offering’ I am by no means a pianist trained and or pro, however I like to sit down and play my moms piano whenever I ge the chance. 

I am a dreamer, an artist, a painter, a brother, a friend, a son,  an enemy, a colleague, a lover, a fighter, a human. I experience joy, I experience sorrow. I walk, I talk, I eat, I breathe, I live. I am a giver. I am a rebel. I am strong. I am weak. I am nature, I am a machine. I observe life, I paint from life, I make no bones about it. My intentions are pure, my art is unique. In a world where we settle for marginal and good enough, I aim to push through that and exceed my loftiest of dreams. Some have tried to stop me, some have tried to help me. I am lucky to have the kind of love and support to get me through the lows, the valleys. I am a complex, I am complexed. I am furious, I am joyous. I want to make a painting bigger than my feelings. I want to make art that tells a story, a continuation of stories, some my own, while others passed on to me. I am nobody, I am somebody. I am ego. I am sprit. I am changing, life is changing. I am growing, I am am shrinking. I see beauty. I see suffering. I see love. I see hate. I hear silence, I hear noise. I listen to you. I appreciate you. I love you. I fear you. There is no one label that I feel comfortable with in yet these are all things I am judged against. I am confused, frustrated, and bent out of shape. I am Zen like, at peace, sitting in silence. I am reasonable, rational, an intellect. I am irrational, I am abstract. I am emotional. I am sensitive, and even empathetic. I have no feelings, no emotion, I am a stone in a stream. I am closed, back in 5, ok I am good. I am nostalgic. I am sentimental, a product of the past. I am the future, the present, a friend when you need it. I am loyal, determined and even stubborn. I love the sky, the clouds, the moon. I am alone in my solitude. I am surrounded by love and joy. I am poor, I am rich, I am even, and off balance just a tick. I walk tall, I fall, I rise, and walk again. I am the voice in your head, the person behind the text. I am real, if only a dream, than real in a dream sense. I like to roam the streets at night. When the city sleeps I am in my studio. I’m not supposed to be living here all alone. I am supposed to rich and famous. I am not supposed to be living alone. I am supposed to be calling you. I am supposed to be feeling good. I am supposed to be running. I am supposed to be organizing. I am supposed to be giving you the time of day. I am not supposed to be feeling this way….so be it I really have no complaints… ( followed by a sad horn from a Mexican love song) 

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When I walk through my city I am often in awe of the growth this place has seen in the last 20 years. This is my home, it has been both good to me, and and it has been challenging as well. I am very connected to the land here, and the sky.  It’s colours spectrum a delight to the eye. I usually avoid the downtown if possible, mostly going for appointments and meetings. The other day I went for a walk into the core to change things up a bit. What did I see? Well, I saw this…

A painting I am currently working on. I have been intentionally making the subject become unrecognizable, not my usual kind of work however this painting is about something I think we can all relate to, it is the end of a feeling, the moving on from something, someone, and the degradation of that memory. It is not exactly easy subject matter however I want to paint and convey deeper emotions that are relatable to many of my fellow humans, and the subject matter however personal serves a higher purpose when it comes to dealing with sorrow and the human condition. 


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wordless


Now some words from hälts pictured above….

There is a metamorphosis going on, the acknowledgement of pain and suffering as part of the experience and acceptance of its weight. Strengthen spirit, forgiveness, honouring the work done in the passing cycle and arrival to new understanding. Rebirth of compassion while seeking the underlying truth, what lies underneath the veil and exposing the light within. Channeling inner rage and fierceness  into powerful works of art without hindrance, free from fear, expectation and result. Going deep, treating painting and art with the utmost respect and honouring the gift given. 
© hälts 2018 

All art here is my own made my me hälts and also a few collaborations with my foamie family down in southern Mexico. All images are not to be used by people who do not respect the message, if any of these images resonate with you please do use them as a screensaver, print a small poster, whatever you need to do, if there is a connection listen to it. Art is a bridge and and my purpose is to share my art with everyone. This is my New Years gift to you. Any questions please email me at mahaloness@gmail.com or leave a comment. Let’s make this world a better place this year and say goodbye to the things that haunt us so we can reach our true potential, together. Peace, prosperity and well being to you all. 


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let’s just dive right in shall we.

‘courtesy inner spirit’ a hälts watercolour WIP

Nothing is what it appears to be. This perhaps is the mystery of life. Some days it would appear that everything clicks, paint flows nicely, brushes do what they are supposed to do, and coffee is delicious with milk and honey. Other days it is as if the polarity of earth switched 180. Gravity seems heavier, things that are simple tasks turn into arduous treks up a mountain during a winter storm. Still it is the layers that I must go through to get to that place where I am free to create and see the bigger picture. This is not via talent, it is through hard work. I get up, I drink water, I eat, I draw, I write, I work. It seems like such a simple thing doesn’t it? Well I am not so sure about that, all those things I listed are some precious gifts that allow me to do the things love to do. I think we live in a society that has lost sight of where we even get simple things like water, coffee, it’s just expected and even demanded, “where’s my latte!?”….but I digress. So where’s wa Si oh right, the nature of my work is not the normal 9-5 day office shuffle, it’s much different than that. It starts as soon as I awake, and it goes until I am exhausted, however still mentally driven. This is something I have had to work on, as sleep is a good thing. A few things I have tried are yoga, meditation and walking. All three are great and I can clear my mind if only temporarily. I have always wanted someone to design a food pill, so I could just keep going, and then I learned the art of cooking and realized that is just plain crazy talk.  I now make time to cook and bake and eat. They too can be artful, and I art the living shit out of them. Now I do know what it’s like to work on art and not take care of myself, it is the quintessential a double edged sword. One blade is the creative magic. This occurs during what I call marathon paint sesshins, when I go a day or more straight art, minimal breaks and minimal sleep. However, and yes there’s always a down side withth upside, the journey is a relatively difficult and completely taxing on the mind and body, however I will not say spirit. And this is am important point, because in my case when the physical and the mental breakdown, my spirit has never disappeared. It has grown weary however quite capable of carrying the load. I have faltered a few times, has been in the area of relationships with partners, which is a whole other blog, probably not even worth the time, let’s say it’s also a mystery and I am working on the case. When my spirit wanes I know it’s time to go to the ocean, or the mountains, or spend time in nature. Life has been an interesting experience for me, I have no shortage of memories,  and I am no stranger to lovers, oh those moments of bliss. These are distractions. 

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‘inner spirit’ 🎥 new hälts minimotion special edition sick as f☕️🤒k edition with soundscape ‘slowly know’ featuring an intimate behind the scenes look into the making of my latest watercolour, when the brush hits I am in that place that you only know about if you have been there, than you know (I will say it is a very peaceful place where time slows down) 


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Slices of the work pie. 

idea generator and power nap facilitator zone

 

the studio featuring inner spirit watercolour WIP in the middle.

the current stage of my 3-D wolf paint WIP

hälts hybrid art ‘moment of solitude’

my grandfathers palette knife has seen many marks, what a wonderful tool, it has taught me the soft touch.