Where Is Santa Right Now? Creating Magic?

"Magic" 30x40x2 oil on canvas

"Where Is Santa Right Now? Does Santa Go On Vacation? Or Stay Home At the North Pole? Humm"

Where is Santa right now?
Off for the summer is he?
Does Santa take a holiday?
What does he do when he's not repairing his sled
keeping track of those elves
feeding Rudolf and the rest of the reindeer?
Does he go to Hawaii?
Does he go to the South of France?
Where is Santa NOW?

I want to give him a phone call
Can I?
If I find his number is it Santa himself
who answers?
Does he have an answering service?
Can I email Santa?
And if I do will he be the one who reads my message
or just one of his elves?
Hummm.

If Ol' Saint Nick does go on holiday
Do the elves to too?
Does Mrs. Claus go?
Don't they need some rest as well?
If they do go
who feeds the reindeer?
Hummm.

I just don't know!
It all perplexes me.
Of course Santa must rest
so where is Santa right now?

If Santa goes on a holiday
does here where his red and white outfit?
What does he wear?
And Mrs. Claus
what does she wear?
If the elves go too
what do they wear?
I am wondering too
wouldn't people notice them all?
Lying in the sun
sipping ice tea?
If they reindeer go
isn't that a huge attraction?
Do people bug them all
and ask for their autographs?
OH! Where is dear Santa right now?

No, I don't think he is in Hawaii
I am not sure why but it just does not sound right
tourists would said they saw him there by now.
Santa, the elves and the reindeer surfing?
Humm I don't think so.

The South of France then?
If so, what is he doing there?
Does he eat French food?
Does he go to see the art?
What about the reindeer inside the restaurants?
No, that just cannot be it.

Oh I don't know where Santa could be
except maybe where he always is
The North Pole!
Yup, that is where Santa is now.
Santa and the elves Mrs. Claus and the reindeer
Rudolf for sure!
Santa is much too busy for a holiday
Humm...
or is he?
Ask any child
perhaps they will know,
"Where is Santa right now?"

29 March 2008
By Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
copyright 2008

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ABOUT Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

I paint and sculpt female fantasy art and map fairy tale adventures. I dream of beautiful women on canvas and art of exotic women. I also paint Hawaiian artwork, including a lovely Mermaid Baby.

I have illustrated for Hay House Inc.,"Women Who Do Too Much" CARDS, taken from Anne Wilson Schaef's book. I also illustrated for Neil Davidson, who was considered for the Pulitzer Prize in feature writing, and several other publications. My paintings are collected worldwide.

Giclee canvas art work, greeting cards and posters are available for sale on my website:

http://www.kathysart.com

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So where is Santa right now 'really'? He is in your own heart.

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"Fantasy Art Warrior Women Who Dwell on Animated Faery Pictures & a Lusty Library"

"Fantasy Art Warrior Women Who Dwell on Animated Faery Pictures & Lusty a Library"

I see fantasy art warrior women
goddess art surrounds me
and so...
paintings of women
gothic art
and a lusty library at times
are blended inside my closet
creating animated faery pictures
inside my mind.
Modulated strokes
that invade an angels beating heart
find their way onto empty canvases.
Most times they are not my own
or is that they always are?
I forget or refuse to admit at times.

Met by an ocean of fairies
warriors
lost loves
saints?
Wet sirens pulling down to the bottom
of a lonely sea
innocence
taking the wind of sailors
below the waves that ripple ore.
I hold them in my one free hand.
I then let them go
like breathing
lest they leave me in spirit
without blinking.

I color their breaths with my tongue
stroke their hair with my indulgence
stand by their pain
because it is mine own.
I share their longings
before they erode
hold out for miracles that dwell on unaware surfaces
of our fragile atonement.

I capture them there...
these monsters down the hallway
after a neglected song.
These tunes
these memories
blinded at times
no longer dancing
they have no shoes.
I cry for them
and mine own self as well.
What a pathetic eulogy
painted in as well
muted in color.
I will be sure to mark this uncovered grave.

I am a painter of beautiful women
I see them in the moon
and in the vacancy left behind in the morning.
I paint women
because I am one
not because I lust for their touch
because I lust for their understanding
and thus
the understanding my own being.

Faults that fail on my own expectations
of myself
of who I think I might become
or who I think I am now or past the vail.
My triumphs...
ohh I seek them
to uphold any sense of survival.
As I realize my judgments
met by the beaconing of my calls
I stand and meet the precipice
that reaches beyond the space I thought I could attain.

The rain melts on my skin
the calluses that do indeed erode me
cause me to walk beyond the suffering
as if it never existed.

I wretch
I reject their vision.

I creep down low to the ground
as I humbly meet the maker of my own being.
I form myself
and yet I allow room for myself
to understand that there is indeed more to me
than what I have yet known to be.
There is indeed an outside of me
and there is as well a beyond me.
I wretch at the thought that I might miss it all
because I fall and feel too many times.
I have failed to see that I have wings.

Pray for me.

I strip off my clothes
revel in my frailties
beautiful women in competition
succumb to them
expecting people to notice
interrupted songs without structure
that only I could understand.
And yet...
mirror in hand
I cover me with band aids
lest I go unnoticed by my critical onlookers
looking only for bound hands
and a bloody mouth.

I paint goddess art of beautiful women
sculpt whimsical angels into their souls
animated faery pictures
fantasy art warrior women
and write about mermaids I meet along the way.

21 March 2008
Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

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Legends of Mermaids on Kauai Shores

Outside my window I hear beating hooves.. it must be a pegasus arriving to a mermaids den bringing me the salt air of Kauai. It must be "Magic" a 30x40x2 oil on canvas.

Legends of Mermaids and Kauai Shorelines of Hanalei Bay

I heard there were myths to follow
legends of mermaids
trickles of light
dancing
on the shores of Kauai
a mermaids tale indeed.

"I have measured every star", she said
"How do I find the time?
I have taken every dream
and colored them with crayons
sprinkled them with fairy dust
and framed them in seashells.
I have captured spectacular moments
they simply could not escape.
I held them close
heard their messages
wept for knowledges sake
then wrapped them in silk.
My pleasure there
I waited for the time to be right
the moon full
and made promises to night.
Legends of mermaids spoke
and I heard them."

This legend or myth?
This mermaid's love affair
sings with an island that stands for love.
Out in the middle of the Pacific
it whispers
with every bit of potential
every spiritual lesson
every breath
I could possibly invoke.

Standing on the shoreline
Hanalei, a dragons den
Puff does welcome travelers in.
He hears their longings
and wanton cries
I too have been blessed
by a mountain long and wise.
Legends of Mermaids
lost at sea?
Myths no not ever.
Tis true these tales
and magic calls
open you heart to see
feel your life
tis just a breath away.

02 March 2008
by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen