Mahaloness

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


Leave a comment

been away from the desk

Hello, how are you? I find myself here in the East Koots, Canada, in the year 2021. I have been away from my desk, and from most activities I had been absorbed in prior to 2020. My writing and art time replaced by care giving. I am at this very moment a care giver, during a global pandemic, and heightened social uncertainty. Life has been chaotic in a way, similar to the weather, moving, changing, far from normal, whatever normal may be. Being away from my home, I find myself here, somewhat isolated form the busy city life I once knew. When I find free time, I immerse in solitude, and spend time with Nature. It gives me a chance to defrag, shed layers, and reboot self. It is a time of self discovery, and inward reflection. I have been on many journeys in my life, a watershed of experience fed by many tributaries. In essence I have found my way back to the ocean, swished and swirled, upwelled and submerged along the way. The light and the dark coming in waves, with varying intervals and speed. Time has been moving in circles, things change only to return to what they were. Recently my father was admitted to hospital, which led to some abrupt changes to my routine. I will make a simple analogy, I am sailing in the ocean, it is calm and peaceful. I decide to paint. There is no wind and the scene is beautiful. Later I see clouds on the horizon, they seem to be getting closer, and the wind picks up, a storm looms. What do I do? Well I stop painting, and I batten the hatches, get into sailing position and try to get back to shore. This is my life right now. I am back on shore and giving my attention to my care giving duties. In my spare time I work on ideas, and study new crafts. When the storm passes, and peace returns to the land, I will be prepared to resume activities such as picture making, and writing. Thank you for your patience.

And now time for a hälts special feature….

‘Winter’
c.2020
A short film by halts that reveals the magic of the Columbia valley, the East Koots. This film was made possible by my parents who brought me to this valley as a young boy. It has shaped me and it’s blood runs in my veins. No day goes by that I am not in awe, even when the chips are down, it reminds me of the beauty that is here on this earthly plane. Shot in multiple locations and elevations, and over a period of 2 months, it documents the rhythm of the changing seasons. This the land of the eagle, a symbol of power and a source of inspiration. The music I composed started out on my mom’s piano. She often goes to her piano and plays soft melodies that fill the silent air. I sat down one day in her spot and something from an unknown place came through my fingers. As the process went on I expanded on this by adding other instruments and sounds, such as an accordion, that I found tucked away in a closet. With the help of Garageband it evolved into the different sections that you will hear. It is a song of hope and reflects the spirit of Nature, intertwined with every living soul who calls this place home, and to those drawn here by it’s call. This short was made using an iphone for a camera, run and gun. I incurred shin splints in order to get a shot of the valley from near the top of Mount Swansea. This prticualr shot is an homage to the legend Doug Anakin, who graced this valley for many years. I happened to see Doug walk up the same path I took close to his last day on Earth. When I got near to the top I encountered a large ram, and knew I was in the right place. Totally worth it. This is a magical kingdom, and I hope that it remains so for all generations to come. Thank you very much for taking the time to be here and I hope you enjoyed my presentation. Run time 15:16.00

BC still moments


Leave a comment

basement blogger…

Art Announcement…. Solstice Live Art Show! Dec. 21st 🧜‍♂️

Hälts will be doing a live event in Cranbrook BC at Soulfood on Baker St. The live art performance will include painting, video art, soundscapes and a little Q and A for those interested. It is a free event, however I will be selling merchandise, art prints, and originals will be up for purchase. These are rare gems so you perhaps will not want to miss it. check out Soulfood on Insta @kootenaysoulfood and kootenaysoulfood.com and also you can find me at @mahaloness and haltsart.com

Now back to noir regular broadcast….

I bet you thought I vanished. Well I guess the rabbit is out of the hat. Truth is I have been watching what were once mountains return to Earth. In other words, taking care of my elders. I have chosen this path, or perhaps fate and destiny have their hands in it, it’s hard to say. I am here. I am doing this. Meanwhile around me I am witnessing a a terribly beautiful world spinning its wheels, the old cat chasing its tale. I see world events unfolding, political turmoil, media spun anxiety, sports replays and weather forecasters. I watch out the window as ravens glide effortlessly through the air, a sign that the winds be blowing, Nature’s motion. I recollect life events that led me to this very seat, some with heavy heart. This too shall pass, for a cloud never stays in one spot. I look across the room, to the people whom, brought me into this life. I made them parents, they made me their child, together we circumnavigated the ever changing moods. They watched me grow up, and now I watch them grow old. I get up make coffees, empty the dishwasher, pour my dad a glass of water, give him a banana, and make my mom toast. I swoon over the dreams that have not come true, and stare at a spider wondering silently on the wall. I sit with them in a sunlit room, a squirrel runs the railing outside the window, diligently collecting peanuts left as offerings for his amusement. I watch my dad struggle with eating, hands shaking and yet no complaining. He enjoys his meal, this is what’s real, his spirit unwilling to cooperate with his failing body. I remember times we laughed, and I remember the times he made me so mad, or even sad. He had a vision for me, that never quite formed the way he saw fit. Years of battles and clashes, conditions, and prohibitions that led to no where, and yet who I let rule my existence. Broken dreams, failed romance, and a wavering attitude towards fellow humans led me down a dark path. I am human. So my time here has been a blessing and a lesson in compassion. I never knew what my grandparents thought about their lives in their later stages of life. I Wass too young. Now I experience for the first time what that is and although it does sadden me and also has strengthened my empathic muscle, long overdue.

Isn’t it funny how life will show you exactly what you need to see. lake_3crowacrosslake_2eagle_9eagleisland_2gnomelake_freezinglake_patternspeakysunpileatedpecker_flight_3piletaedpecker_1sunsetangel_montane

a little sneak peak of a viking mural project I worked one this past month, I have some catching up, pitter patter lets get atter, no matter.

 

IMG_9058We all have our stories, contorted as they may be, the beauty is the resilience, the inner spirit reveals. So I am here, amongst a world in and out of chaos, everything as it is supposed to be. I sense the mind echo questions and dialogue, I don’t give it my full attention. Instead I sit quietly in the terrible beauty of it all. Their’s climate deniers, clinging to old beliefs, while young people scream protest about Climate Crisis, without agreement to solutions. Complex is the modern world, has it ever been any different? Modern egomaniacs perhaps no different from those in the past, the story spins more stories, the mice with crowns run but do not move forward. Past rejections, life lessons, an uncertain future, yet Love remains. Where is all this coming from, perhaps at the depth of this human there is a heart that wants out the shell formed over time in order to survive. I used to wonder what Dali’s fascination was with shells until just recently did it make sense while cooking in a geothermal hot pool. I look at my mom, a care giver all her life, came from poverty, a very hard life, to living in her dream home. She truly cares for my dad, sharing her insights into what it’s like to see her lifelong partner not be able to take care of himself. All the while working painstakingly on her mountain scene petit point (if you don’t know what that is, its art, math, stitching. and well it’s complex). It’s pixelating with thread material before pixels were a thing. She works day and night, needle point in hand, colourful string, mapped and coded. She says she is going to give up every ten minutes, yet continues to weave her thread through the fabric. I never thought I would be here, watching over my raging parents, seeing their fragility in the last stages of their lifetime span. It has been difficult, yet again the inner spirit sees me through, and art my faithful companion, this I share with you. Be well

IMG_9433

the squirrel

IMG_9377

new project

FullSizeRender

late night owl painting

IMG_9438

a terribly beautiful world (hälts hybrid art)

IMG_9429

witness to the unfolding (hälts hybridact)