Mahaloness

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


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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.


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delicate thread 

A singer goes through  life and sings about it, a painter paints a painting. 

I wanted to take a moment to write a little about who I am, and what Art means to me. When I was younger I did not dream of being an artist. I dreamed of dragons, flying and the occasional nightmare, most likely related too much sugar. I do recall that throughout my life I have always wanted to draw, which I still practice to this day. The first drawings I remember the best were in junior high. I would draw sneakers, in all kinds of designs and was interested in creating new designs, and styles. I drew on whatever surface I had available and generally speaking I got in a lot of trouble for ‘doodling’ when I was supposed to be listening and paying attention to the class. The funny thing about that is I was listening, perhaps even better than I had not been drawing. Drawing has always given me that, a refuge if you will. As I grew up sports took over my life, I was training  9 times a week in competitive swimming and played hockey a few days a week. It was a lot. I don’t regret playing sports it all contributes to who I am today and I do like to play once and while however it is not the same. After high school I went on to work in the bar industry and was my first introduction to the art scene in my hometown. I just remember all these really interesting ‘cool people’ and going to the weirdest art/live shows, that included visual art, music and dance. It was another world. I had grown up mostly in a rural  setting, this was all new to me and I dove in completely open to it all. This opened the door to all sorts of experience, some really incredible opportunities and some not so good real life situations that would impact my life deeply. Perhaps it was some of these events that led me back to art, it is really hard to say, and perhaps that will become more evident to me as I grow older. I think in some was I am still close to some of these things and this can make it difficult to write about. Over the years I have worked with a bunch of different media. This includes photography, video/editing, computer/digital art, drawing, animation, sculpture, music and painting. None of which I had any really former training in, and this has been my journey ever since. For the last several years I have been slowly bringing all these forces together, and with advances in technology I have been fortunate to create things I would of never dreamt of, even as a child. It has given me the tools to let my imagination run, and also allowed for me to work intuitively. As tools get easier to worth with, increased creative potential is what I see. As you may or may not know I also work in the film industry which is both creative and technical, this has benefited my practice in many ways, and gives me balance as I walk along the delicate thread of life and art. 


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‘soft glow’ 🎥 hälts minimotion with soundscape ‘vanishing into the deed’ featuring some scenes from the studio, including abstract no.3 curing, a moose, and a compilation of paintings and docufotos accrued over my relatively short lifetime as an artist and well human for that matter, and an animation of a mural I made in Zicatela, Puerto Escondido ❤️ this is dedicated to my sister Nicole and all my family, and to my brothers and sisters from different mothers. 

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Inside the studio 

studio mis en scene featuring the ‘heart’s song’ abstract no. 2

a detail of my abstract painting no.3

a 3-D wolf head side project, work in progress


‘take me to magic mountain’ hälts hybrid art


retrospect

This is selection of drawings made on a trip to New York in 2006. I was going through some of my old books, reading the words I had written back then, and I realized I have not changed that much, with the exception of the reality of getting older, a few more grey hairs, and some lines on the face, these are also records I guess but the same spirit resides in me that goes back to my youth, and follows the string of my ancestry, perhaps back to a place when even time did not exist.  

delicate thread


for my love 

On occasion when I start to amass a bunch of work I put them all in one room and sing to them, this I find creates some unity. It also honours the work, the process and the fruits of thy labour. (foto: a selection of my new works, not quite all of them but you get the idea) 



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Creative Worker 

 I am a difficult stubborn human being with a heart of gold. I bare many scars, I must of been a warrior in another life. I am a human who chose to take the path of art, with no specific goal, just to be in the present and create as much art as a I can in this short lifetime. I fall in love too easily, this has created a few masterpieces. I often paint for hours on end, and take intermittent smoke breaks in the alley way. I like to stare up at the stars at night and take in the glow of the moon. I love peanut butter on toast, and boil my eggs for 9 minutes, which seems to be the perfect amount of time. When I am not painting I drink coffee, and make things to eat. I once put a girlfriend in a painting, I have since stopped that practice. I have worked with humans with terminal illnesses. I have held a man’s hand in his dying moments. I like to paint with Otis, the next generation, he gives me advice on life and teaches me patience. In a matter of speaking I am a ghost, unknown, right in front of you, even though you would say you never saw me. They say every man needs a companion, I guess mine has been painting, steady, always there when I need her, and puts up with my moods, she seen me at my worse and best, and yet always there, omnipresent. It is a mystery as to why I ended up an artist, I guess you could say it was fate. It seems to me that there is still plenty of Mystery left in the world. I have tended to pay close attention to what’s going around me. Whether it is a look on someone’s face, a smile, a tear, a far away stare in the reflection of a train window, a bird in the tree, this is the pulse that I am interested in. I have long been an observer of things, watching the world unfold before my eyes, which by all accounts is directed by an insatiable curiosity. It’s as if I have Orson Welles directing the picture show that is my life, capturing the accidental moments, strange happenings, this is normal for me. I see things that most miss, not because they can’t see it, they are distracted by touch screens and neurotic scrolling, looking for something better than their mundane existence. This mundane is only mundaneness because we have lost the joy of our being in the moment. We are chasing dreams, or running away fromh things, depending on how you look at it. Perhaps this is why time flies, were always seeking the next bend, the next big thing, that will save us from our loneliness. Orson Welles said it best, “love and friendship is the nearest thing that we can find to create the illusion that we are not totally alone.” Well my friends I am happily alone to be me in this world that spins around and around, no beginning, no end, cycling with the cycles, writing blogs and making art in between. 

Now a foto to go with words above and a new minimotion.

‘moonbeams’ 

🎥 a hälts minimotion sepia ail feature of a full moon sesh last night, under the glow did paint flow and human turned artist in the solitude of his home. 

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These are some recent docufotos of life in and out of the studio. 

The latest creation abstract no.3 which looks to be a diptych

spirit of my silence

I started to lay out my work to see where I am at with things.

new finished abstract painting no. 2 hanging on the wall with headlamp light illumination.

the studio in flow zone.

my black shroud as I shed some layers.

ideas in head made into a quick rendering for further thought.

me and Otis painting.


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