Mahaloness

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

the DEER

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Quite a bit of time has passed since my last post, depending on what kind of time you go by. I have changed my website name to haltsart.com which has been long overdue. Life changes and new developments have led to new directions and flow. It is a honour to be here and I look forward to this new path. Thank you for your patience, and I hope you are doing well wherever you may be. A reminder, take the time to be with Nature, if that means a small park in the cityscape, that will do. Take care of your being and in doing so life will reflect this back to you. And now Hälts presents an original new short ‘the DEER’ with soundscape ‘winter soul’. See you soon.

the DEER
Produced, Directed, Scored and Filmed by Hälts
Copyright Hälts 2022


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eagle inside out

Life in constant flux, moments flavoured by emotion and thought. It is in these moments I look to Nature. It is Nature that reminds me that there is nothing to hold onto, let feelings come and go, let thoughts come and go, natural mind. The sky does not hold onto clouds, they appear and disappear. When I look for the eagle I do not see the eagle. When I search for the answer I do not discover the truth. There is the fear that comes with LETTING GO, this is just a thought. I will see a different cloud than you, and yet we share the same experience of seeing a cloud, knowing it is a cloud, that comes, and goes.

on a side note Diane, the trees here are starting to wake up…

And now a minimotion short documentary style with dramatic accents titled, ‘inside out’.

Eagles come and go, so do pandemics.


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time

I do not distinguish dream from reality, the only difference is time.

Short Film by hälts

As I continue to work on motion picture, I play around with some ideas that come to mind. Usually they come following meditation, in a daydream, or when I am experiencing a difficulty in life. This is when the veil that ‘I am alone’ is lifted. The original title for this short was ‘I had something to say but no words came out’

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the raven
the trickster

Somedays you see a mountain for what it is, and somedays you don’t.


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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

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Oh how fall pervades thee senses.

It is fall in this part of the world. Summer a near distant memory, the fruits of its warm summer glow turning red, orange, and golden yellow. Lost in the silence of her song, thoughts wilt, in heart I remain. Remember me, if only fleeting, let me seduce you with my colours, my smells. For you will miss me when winter rings the bell.

The foto gallery consist of images from my moms garden, Molly’s secret garden where the giant sunflowers grow.

And now a video I recently made following the completion of a mini mural installation of a baby bear. After much contemplation and rediscovery of self, I am excited to return to sharing story through motion and sound. This will be followed by a short film simply called, ‘fall’. Thank you for patience, and as always keep up the good work, and be well.

‘halts on art’

A short documentary of hälts sharing insights on art, connectivity, bears, and a possible vaccine for being pissed off. He adds that Nature is also very good for the soul, it reminds us we are little and also part of something wonderful. Thank you for viewing. Baby bear mural motion picture coming soon.

‘fall’

A day of fall in a short film Wirth soundscape ‘the sunflower’s lament’ which includes some accordion bytes, perhaps th hardest instrument ever to play.

The baby bear mural is dedicated to my family, as well as Gord and Sam, and their new little one, Levi.


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eyes open

Does art create the landscape, or does the landscape create the art? I woke up to this thought after a dream that was more real than real. Maybe it was the day before and seeing a loved one go into a completely vulnerable and helpless state. Maybe it is the confusion of the world, and the deterioration of humanity looming overhead as a giant mass of grey and gloom. However I remain aware that the behind the grey, the sky is blue, and the sun is shining. Life moves in ripples, waves travelling from far off places, some predictable, while others catching me by surprise. I know that I can’t always get the words right, to describe what’s happening, to make sense of a landscape that vanishes under a thick veil of fog. A kingfisher creates loud short shrieking sounds that wake me up to the moment, no mind, nothing; halfway. The fog lifts and the landscape appears, the same as what I remember, but different from the last moment it was visible. Resembling a loved one, the same person I have known my whole life, yet different from the day before, and the the day before that. Seasons change. People change, same spirit, life goes on. I look far into distance, the more I see the more I don’t see. I imagine all the people who are seeing what I am seeing, feeling what I am feeling. Do they see the same clouds, and the crack of light that breaks the horizon? I say to myself, the sun will shine again, the creation of the landscape of what’s to come. Mother Earth shows me the way, the fog dissipates, the child within smiles bright, the shadows in my head disappear, half way.

Thank for reading, it has been a bit since getting the chance to sit and write. Perhaps this is a new chapter, new ideas, new thoughts, and opening up of the vault kept private and protected. I may not have all the right words, they’ll come, slowly, and patiently. 

And now a minicine (mini cinema, which is longer versions of my minimotions, which are one minute in length) It is titled ‘water bombers’ with soundscape ‘hälts first day on the accordian’. I am happy to say I will be increasing my production value, which includes sound, creating title sequences and so on, this gets my fire going, winter will not bee boring. Ands now, water bombers…

There was a man who was a restless spirit. A Nomad travelling in sync with the landscape’s song.

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fog dissipating
soaring
windsurfer

In the garden…

the last rose
at night
the last queen

In the garage make shift art studio.

winter prep
a collaboration between myself and my mom
recently I picked up my painting SLO, back to work I will go….

Outside explarations…

landscape
creating in landscape, but who makes who?


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nature calls 

​First a visual poem. 

and now a poem inspired by Pablo Neruda, as reflected in the first line…

Today I can write the saddest lines. I can write about a heart that was crushed as the ice I walk on along the rivers edge. I can write about the loneliness that filled the void, and of the ghostly calls I hear at night. Inside a vision, a fire rages, thought to be out of control. Isn’t it interesting that a forest can be seen as a majestic thing of beauty and also be fuel to a fire. A call from the wild pulls my attention into the present moment. I appreciate the stillness. Nature heals, cleansing my soul.

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Paintings I have been working on during quarantine, quarantine art, which is still ongoing… My main duty at the moment is to take care of my elders. In being here I  sense that my heart is indeed just fine.

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My family, the people who made me, raised me, and cared for me. Now I return the deeds, full circle, reciprocity.

 

Nature calls… hälts minomotion featuring the call to the wild, I do a lot of research yes, both with technology and the internet/books, etc. as well as going to the natural world for lessons. It is important to get a feel of the subject matter I am working on.


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when unkind, unwind

I spent my days with a woman unkind, it left me gutted and with a heart unkind. I am going to go to Mexico to start again, going to ride them green waves, drink coconut water and take my chances on the big wet plane. -an anonymous surfer/traveller/artist/maybe writer left written on a roll of toilet paper in a baño in Mexico, 2016

 

Life shows up when it wants, and how it wants. The chaos gets intense, hold on. If you can ride it out and stay calm in thee fury, you will make it. Be prepared for anything. The mind being a powerful tool, can also fool, and easily throw you onto another path. That’s ok, it happens to everyone, we all have stories to tell. These events shape our lives, however is it not so that shapes are just an illusion. Peel away the layers of perceived self, and there is a fragile thing called life, here one moment gone the next without your knowing, or controlling. To ridicule another by projecting past mistakes onto them is the antithesis to kindness. The only way to forgive is to let those wounds heal in their own time. The path to kindness is right under your feet, but do be aware of smoke and mirrors. For in the shadows are obstacles that have defeated even the best of human.

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Old stuff….

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a magic bus I painted, here in the halfway mark

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cosmic buddha

Mexico

Mexican Reverie c.2009  In the early days I was drawn to the abstract expressive, it really depends on the environment and is definitely a painting style that requires a proper studio, I left as much paint on the house I rented as I did on canvases

 

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paintings come, paintings go

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wearable art I made from back in the day c.2006, it made it as far as New York City where a few lucky souls own a hälts original. 

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a commercial spray job I did in Mexico c.2017…overdue for a new face

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back when, live art, no sleep, grizzly bear, tutus, and unwavering commitment

Presently…

I have been working on new paintings, experiencing personal transformations, while also take care of my elders.

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then and now, weird

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spiders love the art

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emptiness

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vastness

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the eagle soars

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ice lake mountain

 

No matter what I write here, it will be the truth of that moment, even if I want to hide the things that don’t appear so Mahaloness… everything has its beauty, the good, the bad, the ugly, there is nothing to hide, nothing to feel ashamed of, because at the end of the day I am just like you, human, here to make mistakes, and occasionally  miracles. There is an old saying, countless mistakes makes something beautiful.

 

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BC East Koots winter life, I enjoy being present with Nature as much as possible.

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Current Art including painting WIP’s and also revamping my website…. relaunch in Spring 2020 ❤️💚💛

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life right now 

I have been looking to space a lot. There is so much to see and yet so much beyond my capacity to comprehend, the infinite unseen and unknowing, the frontiers of my humanness that when discovered open doors to an ancient past nearly made extinct. 

And now a hälts minimoiton ‘bee see soul’ with soundscape ‘zero’ and featuring a day in the life of this here artist in the BC zone. 

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Look into my eyes, look into my soul, what do you see? For if you see what you only want to see you will miss the golden nugget that is my heart and soul.  

‘Earth wind and fire’ hälts hybrid art combining painting, drawing and photography and illustrating a jungle heart on fire.

And now some BC moments

Molly’s Secret Garden 

Help out your elders….

A little duck aerovane restoration project I have been working on for the elder’s garden shed. This buddhy has seen more than 2 decades so no surprise it was in a little disrepair. Only one wing worked since day one. Now that I have restored the paint it’s time to figure out the wings so they both spin when the wind visits. Crossing my fingers, pretty sure I got this… 

Simple tools do the job

wings of gold

One way I like to connect with my true self is on the water, on my fish, even when there’s no waves, it makes me feel human, it rekindles my spirit and washes away the bullshit that humans like to create in order to make drama that only leads to more suffering and sorrow, not good for the spirit, it is imperative to get a cleanse in the river, in the lake, in the ocean, in the water, anywhere where the water be.