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

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Paint Pilgrimage

And now a Mahaloness refresher, both in word and with some foto.

This blog is dedicated primarily to information sharing. The information I am sharing is my life’s work consisting of artistic explorations and my art pilgrimage through word and foto. By definition I am part contemporary visual artist and visionary.
Definition of visionary, pulled off the net:
vi·sion·ar·y (vzh-nr)
1. Characterized by vision or foresight.
a. Having the nature of fantasies or dreams; illusory.
b. Existing in imagination only; imaginary.
a. Characterized by or given to apparitions, prophecies, or revelations.
b. Given to daydreams or reverie; dreamy.
a. Not practicable or realizable; utopian: visionary schemes for getting rich.
b. Tending to envision things in perfect but unrealistic form; idealistic.
n. pl. vi·sion·ar·ies
1. One who is given to impractical or speculative ideas; a dreamer.
2. One who has visions; a seer.
vision·ari·ness n.

I am a visionary in that I have visions, and I am a dreamer. I think that it is safe to say throughout my art career that I have experienced the impractical and the unrealistic. How can it be practical when I am in fact a dreamer, especially while attempting to make a living at it in the real world. I am constantly faced with adversity and uncertainty. I am at the mercy if the universe and thats just the beginning. I have been relatively lucky and enjoyed plenty of good opportunities in my art career, that spans nearly a decade. I feel good about that. In that time I have mastered my craft. I can honestly say I have found it difficult over the years to sell my heart and soul. Every painting I make is my heart and soul, as well as the product of my labour and intense concentration. Each painting exhibits pain staking attention to detail, I take pride in my craft, and technique is important to me. Through technique I was a able to develop my own style. When I began I simply attempted to mimmic some of my contemporaries and painters of old. I studied journals, read a lot of art history texts, read a lot of art rags, and watched a lot of artist interviews on Charlie Rose. I have travelled to places like New York, where I immersed myself in the arts and culture of that city. I have also travelled to the Hawaiian Islands, both for inspiration and first hand experience with Polynesian arts and culture. When I decided to be an artist I implemented a steady regime of daily practice, every day, religiously. This consisted of doodles, drawings, paintings, reading, photography and writing. I have moleskine after moleskine filled with doodles and notes, and when I go through them chronologically I see a steady progression in technique and ideas. I lean towards the geeky side of things, I am interested in spiritual matters and channeling energy. Like most geeks I love learning, while continuously experimenting, slowly over time building up my own style, and my own bag of tricks. This has been the exciting part of making art, finding my style and developing it from early chicken scratch drawings and slowly learning how to paint fluid and vibrant imagery. Painting is laborious for me, it is work, there is no way around it. I have moved around a lot of paint, and in doing so learned through doing how it works, what works and what doesn’t. If there is a secret to art it is the secret of doing and it is that simple. Currently I am preparing to hang a show of my work, which consists of paintings from the last couple years. This show will mark a milestone for me, a pinnacle and transition as I prepare to take a new direction in my life. I never dreamed this is what I would be doing when I was a kid. Painting and art came to me later in life, and and that is honest truth. I did my first solo show when I was 28, it was a both a surprise and a lot of pressure. If I knew than what I know now I am not sure if this was the best ‘career’ choice, I certainly never expected to make it big at painting, and even if I did it wouldn’t change the fact it is a lot of work and at times the monkey that just wont get off my back. There is no way that I will ever be paid enough for the hours I have banked. This is something I have struggled with and what I am discovering is that it doesn’t have to be that way. The simple fact is that creativity is one thing, making art is another. For me art is something that moves me, that makes me think and reflects the current pulse. My craft is what I have had to work at and the art is intrinsic, so it took me a while to master my craft in order to make art that has the components mentioned above.

As I look back at my work, my legacy, I remain unclear as to where exactly my drive to make art comes from. It has has been quite a magical experience, beyond the day to day grind, and at times inexplicable. I remember the days when I was an avid windsurfer. I would drop everything I was doing to go ride the wind, as soon as it was up, I was gone. Perhaps it was an obsession, an attraction to danger and extreme testing of self, and these experiences a catalyst to me becoming an artist. We all have an obsession, our obsession to search, discover, and to be spiritual crusaders even if we don’t know it. As humans we have been making art a long time, going way back to the first human.

Barnett Newman quote:

“A science of palaeontology that sets forth this proposition can be written if it builds on the postulate that the aesthetic act always precedes the social one. The totemic act of wonder in front of the tiger-ancestor came before the act of murder. It is important to keep in mind that the necessity for dream is stronger than any utilitarian need. In the language of science, the necessity for understanding the unknowable comes before the desire to discover the unknown.”

The aesthetic act is what I tap into, the momentum is already there, its getting in it, and going unabated, almost egoless. This is a difficult standard to maintain. I have literally attempted to live off my art; an ongoing experiment, that has seen me shine and has tested every ounce of my courage and right on the edge of my own sanity. I am happy to pass that torch on and take the next step at this point in my life as I get sentimental about my art pilgrimage. I was at times reckless, even brash. There were times when I could cut the tension with a knife. I did what I had to do. This is what makes art interesting, loaded with passion, authentically Mahaloness; it is a beast and if left untamed and unchecked can create all sorts of wonder, shock and awe. What I am only now discovering is that art is not necessarily who I am, it is a record of my life’s work, a trail of breadcrumbs that link me to this planet I live on, and that I love. As the full moon rises on this lucky Wednesday, I look ahead, envisioning what’s to come, my drive as strong now as it was a decade ago. Thank you to those who have supported this journey on one way or another and to Agent R you are incredible, you don’t even know. Keep up the good work out there.

Update! Shows up at the gorilla house, if you are in Calgary and want to book an appointment to view the work please contact me at
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Fotomahaloness -painted bread crumbs from the last couple years.



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Studio visit (quick time out)

I have been spending vast amounts of time in the studio. Cosmic comes to mind. There have been solo sesshins, and collaborative efforts including recently with Agent R, fantastic every which way, the paintamentary continues! Creativity is even more enjoyable when there is quality company. Everyday I walk to my studio, I have a show coming up and I want to be as prepared as is possible, that is a wise modus operandi because I know from experience that the work put on does pay off. Everyday I get to walk over my favorite river, the Bow. It is a catch 22, I am sandwiched by a river and a busy road. I might have to start wearing an oxygen mask, the car emissions are outstanding this time of year, bravo cars, thank you very much. Without getting bent out of shape too much, as I do ride in cars and I myself have driven them, I do not want to complain, it is something to ponder though. In my opinion I prefer the smell of gas at the pump than I do the burnt emission that cars produce and I can tell you one more thing, I high five as many of those trees next to the road as they are on the frontline cleaning the air with each inspiration. So good job trees.
Fotomahaloness -recent offspring, paintings are like children they require care and attention, even when you may not be feeling it! Art is work, even with all the talent in the world it requires a lot of intensity, for me, and that requires energy, a good internal fire, working and stoking the fire are two secrets revealed, there is always magic, you have to be working in flow to experience it. Last foto a Great Horned owl that Agent R and myself saw the other day, it saw us first no doubt.
Now back to work!









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Collaboration with Agent R

In the right conditions, collaborative efforts with two or more beings will produce an exponential spike in creativity. This is also perfect conditions for feeling the joy of sharing in creative process, and when it works the efforts will certainly speak for themselves. Even when I create on an individual level, such as being in the studio bunker, late at night, headphones on, deep into it, I sense a presence, perhaps this is spirit, it channels through me and that is also, in one way or another, a form of collaboration. If this is something that interests you may I suggest you look up William Blake, British spirit painter and prose. Love and peace to all beings.
Fotomahaloness -fruition made possible with Agent R, we have yet to come up with a title, so untitled awesome is what it will be for the moment(s). Agent R suggested this painting is reflective of the feminine form and energy, a female reclamation, which is for me a great honor to be part of that process. It deepens my appreciation for what Carl Jung’s school of analytical psychology called the two primary anthropomorphic archetypes of the unconscious mind; the animus in myself, and for Agent R her inner anima. It is the yin and the yang, the balance, judgement, planetary influence, and the all-seeing eye, both waking and dreamtime. It is partially surreal, abstract and conceptual. We did not plan this one out, now that we have worked together we are considering a bit of a strategy for the next one. I would like to say that this kind of process sharing is healthy and healing, it is through the simple act of creativity that walls disappear.
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Green Tara

First a poem…

Let it go
No longer will I hold
Those thoughts of old
For they do not serve me
Don’t you see?
The suffering felt by all must cease
May you and I find liberty.

As I continue to work on the Green Tara working meditations have been fruitful. Bruce asked today, ‘how do you know when its done?’ I just know. I look at this painting in particular and it is clear to me that my process is more in line with sculpture than painting, and in this case I am building my layers up. I use various shapes and if you think of a topographical map that is how I usually deal with dimension. All I mean by this is I look at an image with a birds eye view and think about the surface as an undulating experience, this is how I see the canvas. Sometimes I go from light to dark and back to light with my layers, I build colors by layering transparent paint, it is a layering technique I have developed over time, lots of miles. I play with various techniques as you can see, and with all the wonderful pigments and various brushes available on the open market, the sky really has no limits. I specifically roll with Golden fluids, they make very nice paint indeed. Mahalonessfoto
The Green Tara, a modern version, Mother of Liberation, Buddha of Liberation, a reminder to keep a playful mind, not to take things too seriously, working for the welfare of beings in the female form, this version current to the times, and in my opinion, poignant. I have been influenced by Tibetan and Nepalese Tangkas in the last few years, I met master Tangka painter Romio Shrestha a few years ago at a Visionary conference in Hawaii, and had a up close and personal experience with his work romio’s website. I also recommend you check out your local library and look for books on Tibetan art, as an example ‘Wisdom and Compassion: the Sacred Art of Tibet’ Authors: Marilyn M. Rhie and Robert A.F. Thurman.







Peaceful Sequoyah (edited)

Tonight I went to a talk by blood member of the Choctaw nation and traveling Medicine man, Sequoyah, which translates into ‘pigs foot’, a humbling name given to a man who is without a doubt in my mind, out there, doing the good work. He talked to a full attentive room for a good couple hours, we travelled back in time, and gained knowledge that is the best kind of knowledge, right from the source; without censorship or the often Eurocentric point of view. I have to admit when I entered the room last night I was a little bent out of shape, the hustle and bustle of the day was on my mind, and in two sweeps of an eagle feather and a condor feather, sage and cedar smudge positively zapped my negative energy away. Sequoyah revealed a history so many Canadians and Americans simply do not have access to; a history that was swept underneath a rug with hopes of it being forgotten. One person at a time Sequoyah is changing that. He is a man of many stories and each one he told gave me shivers up and down my spine, duende. Sequoyah shed some light that some of the weight I carry is a remnant of my ancestors, the great burden of colonial expansion and ignorance. His words woke me up, made me rethink a few things I thought I knew. Last night renewed why I write this blog, Mahaloness, which is to be in constant thankfulness and gratitude for gift of life, the breath. We all have our stories, and what is so striking about Sequoyahs is his message of peace and love by overcoming the adversity and challenges he has faced. I am very grateful that Sequoyah is around and doing what he does, he brought peace to that room, knowledge and wisdom from a voice that was systematically stripped of its dignity and importance by a government without heart. Sequoyah was brought up in residential schools, fought in Vietnam, and was sent to prison as an innocent man, and yet still carries a message of peace, hope and forgiveness. He has an aura that can fill a room and it is contagious. One last thing I do not want to leave out, Sequoyah shared with us the importance of the mushroom and the connection to Mother Earth. Mother Earth provides medicine, and simply through ingesting mushrooms, of many varieties, that we can benefit from her medicine in so many amazing ways. I am merely a student in the area of mushrooms and the benefits they bring, I will soon dedicate a blog on that subject of mushrooms, in due time my friends. I hope you too have a chance to meet Sequoyah one day, for now lets remember that peace does have a place on Earth, it is never too late, we have much good work to do. Thank you very much.
Fotomahaloness -I have a great respect for the wisdom Sequoyah is sharing, he is Mahaloness through and through, and selections from my own art work that reflect Sequoyah’s message and a foto of a dumpster with a wheat paste that reads ‘Earth does not belong to man, man belongs to Earth.’






I thought of an old friend tonight, Jim if you are out there I love you brother.

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Fotomahaloness -Jim in the ohana he built and where he let me paint a protective deity mural, seen here early on in the process, a good man who taught me a thing or three about a thing or three. Also an image of the completed mural being utilized as a place to chill, sit quietly and be present and finally a backdrop to a body of work, specifically energy paintings I painted in the back yard facing Haleakala last summer. Once completed the mural was eventually painted over acting as a built in mural, only known to those who saw it and I guess anyone who sees this, a lesson in impermanence no doubt, thank you very much.