This site explores my many different series of work and motivations. Fantasy fairies,fantasy art of exotic women,beautiful women goddess art, legends of mermaids, paintings taken from vintage original authentic Hawaiian prints,modern art paintings,African art. Poems, stories, debates about the enlightenment. Hawaiian travel, galleries, art reviews.
PEACE! Denny Dennis Magnusen and I at the Palm Springs Veterans Day Parade. These pics were right before and right after the parade. I have to say this was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. Such a great day!Kelly Ostman-Colucci took these pics. Both Kelly and Robert Smith pushed Denny, as did I. Anna Bowen Smith and I both carried flags for PEACE.
People were so receptive. Denny truly came alive as he waved peace signs to the crowd. It was fantastic. I had no idea it would be so incredible. We did have one elderly small woman in our group attacked, actually hit, by some whacko guy in the beginning, but after that all was beautiful and PEACE-ful!
Remember all, to a Vietnam Vet tell them "WELCOME HOME", instead of "Thank you for your service." As Denny says, they just wanted to go home and be welcomed back home. PICS: Dennis Magnusen and Kathy Ostman-Magnusen at Palm Springs Veterans Day Parade marching with Vietnam Vets Against the War, for PEACE and The League of the Silver Rose, who honors Vietnam Vets affected by Agent Orange.
"Leaving Lily" 12x6x3 mixed medium on canvas by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
A few small works with epoxy clay.
"Bleeding Wings 5" by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
My kiln is coming soon. I am making room for it. Wow, finally I will be able to fire my "Bleeding Wings" sculptures.
I have sooo much to do!! I am starting an anatomy class at Watts Atelier of the Arts on the 14th; taking an online drawing class with Matthew Archambault of whom and which I totally LOVE; while trying to work on my new ideas with epoxy clay on canvas for Monkdogs Urban Arts in New York. On my list of to do are to redo my websites and combine all onto one. I think I am just going to get rid of the long url and stick with kathysart.com. Besides I worked like a crazy woman getting google to notice that website, so I might as well take advantage of that. Both the classes were prompted by my amazing artist friend Sheila Wolk. She encouraged me to take an anatomy class. Thank you Sheila. I continue on with my "Bleeding Wings"sculpture series of course.
Here are the links of the schools and my "Bleeding Wings" UTube. I'll need to make a new UTube as soon as all is fired and finished. I am thinking about a white/marble like patina. Humm thinking, thinking.
Happy today to all, Kathy LINKS:
First off click the title of this blog and it will take you to the website that features "Bleeding Wings" and some recent work.
Watts Altier:
Drawing Tutorials Online with Matthew Archambault:
I am showing two pieces from my "ke ala o Pele" Hawaiian series. If you are in San Diego do stop by, I would love to meet you as would the other beautiful women showing their goddess inspired art.. as I take the liberty in saying. Smile.. see you there!
"Paper Wings and a Tiny Fairy" 16x22 graphite on paper by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
Drawings and sketches help refine the artist's eye. I need to do more! I keep thinking about the curiosity of Leonardo da Vinci, who took a sketchbook everywhere he went. Time to begin that again is now. smile.. yes. Tiny fairies, drawings of dragons, drawings of my thumb even, yes to all, yes to drawing more and asking more questions about life and curious things.
This pic shows my husband Denny and his mom Clarice cleaning up after Christmas dinner. Denny and I spent last Christmas with his mom Clarice. We have celebrated the last 7 years of the Christmas holidays with her. During any holiday we knew we would all be together. Not this coming Christmas though, as Clarice has passed away. She died unexpectedly of a massive stroke on May 17th at a hospital not far away. That seems poetic in some ways..
"not far away".
What her loss has given to me is the wind through my hair bringing more meaning. Each and every flower, every tree I see now reveals to me that time is short and time should be embraced as fragile. Clarice was my muse as an artist as she was a dancer, in spirit and soul. She loved each day and met it with the pleasure it is meant to be. Today as I find myself missing her, again, I remind myself of those things about her that I admired. Thus I am grateful. I breathe in this very second of my life and feel its potential. My personal potential in the arts, the ability to connect with emotions and present them in clay, oil paints and poetry. I have the freedom to express who I am, my take on life,there can be no sweeter gift.
I have two solar bumble bees in my garden that Clarice bought for me a week or so before she had her stroke. They are like flower fairies that bring a kind of magic of rainbows at night, as their colors change from reds, purples, blues, greens, oranges and yellows, colors my artist palette does hold. As I imagine my bees to be tiny fairies I feel the need to sculpt and continue on with my own gifts as well as the gifts that Clarice brought to me. I dance before my artwork as she danced in lovely costumes.
Farewell dear Clarice.. I will remember this part of you and appreciate each moment more, paying closer attention to small miracles often looked over by me.
Ya just never know what your dog is doing while you are sleeping. You may THINK you know but may not really. I would advise you to watch your pooch carefully.. he/she might just have a SECRET LIFE!!
Check out my Squidoo lens where I tell the whole story! I am just amazed!!
Goddess artist, Kathy Ostman-Magnusen's art is now showing paintings in the My Nude Valentine show, Chelsea, New York, presented by Barebrush. Thank you so much to fellow artist Penelope Przekop for passing the photo on to me. PENELOPE~ YOU ROCK! Other help provided by Bob Hogge, owner of Monkdogz Urban Art, NY, along with Marina Hadley. Everybody knows that Bob Hogge ROCKS! Thank you Bob! Pic is of opening night; my paintings are on the back wall. To view the paintings if you are in New York, you are invited! If not you can see the images on my website, http://www.kathyostman-magnusen.com under the "Primal Series". You can also view it on http://www.Barebrush.com
My N*de Valentine is the first-ever “brick & mortar” gallery show for N*des-of-the-Month, the monthly, world-wide online art calendar contest. Hosted by Barebrush.com at Rogue Space | Chelsea in New York City, there are 49 artists participating with art coming from the US as well as Australia, Croatia, England, Panama, Russia, and Spain. You're invited! Come out and see this art in person!
Dates
Thursday, February 10 through Sunday, February 13, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 6-9pm — Reception
Friday, February 11, 10am-6pm — Meet the Artists Gallery Hours
Saturday, February 12:
10am-6pm — Meet the Artists Gallery Hours
1-3pm — Artists’ Roundtable Discussion and Interviews
Sunday, February 13:
noon-5pm — Meet the Artists Gallery Hours
4pm — Awards Presentation
Location
Rogue Space|Chelsea, 526 West 26th Street, 9th Fl, New York, NY 10001
About Rogue Space|Chelsea
RogueSpace (“the gallery”) is a premier gallery and exhibition space. Located in the West Chelsea Building, the gallery is in the heart of the Chelsea art district which has become one of the most popular destinations for New York art lovers.
About Barebrush.com
Barebrush.com is a worldwide monthly art calendar contest and exhibition. Each artist member gets a personal gallery page to show his or her work. Art for the calendars is selected by guest curators. Artists gain recognition for their work and win prizes. Online since 2006 with Barebrush N*des-of-the-Month. Barebrush founder and CEO, Ilene Skeen states:
Barebrush is absolutely committed to the guest curator approach and to helping artists find collectors and make connections with galleries. Artists succeed by getting people excited about their work. This includes dealers, collectors, other artists, and art professionals. I believe that Barebrush is supplying a unique service: validation of art of the nude by a wide variety of well-respected art professionals. In addition, it it evident that the public especially enjoys the monthly calendars. By demonstrating success at Barebrush, we move toward our goal of increasing the awareness, appreciation and acceptance of the art of the nude.
Ms. Skeen adds this message: “The underlying mission of Barebrush is about personal liberty. There’s a lot of censorship and antagonism towards the art of the nude in the US and even in New York. To me, the art of the nude is about our shared humanity and personal freedom. I hope that promoting it in a non-threatening and positive way will open people’s minds to the fact that it is important to stand up for all of our personal freedoms and the individual right to choose the art one holds dear.”
Barebrush.com is owned and operated by ILS Designs, LLC, New York, NY.
Sculpture and painting are my two lovers, well, I must correct that a bit as my husband Dennis is my first and best lover.. smile. Making love to art though is often like a sex fantasy as art is embraced and carried home to produce our inner being. I elude to sex and the art of projecting passion in most of my art as the goddess art woman arises in me. Today I begin "Bleeding Wings 7" of my sculpture series "Bleeding Wings". On my easel is a 48x60 oil on canvas, to the side of that are 3 other canvas' that have been plotted out ready to express "Bleeding Wings" on canvas.
Lets pause for a second... those who know me, know that I love the experience of art by creating as much of an ambiance with it as is possible online... so turn on some music. Then finish reading my thoughts on my erotic pleasure of doing art.
The back and forth effort between clay and oil paints feels confusing to me at times, I will admit to that, but it honestly feels as if I have no choice but to embrace both at this point. I am bound by the chains that I know will release optimal freedom allowing wings wide and free, that at times refuse to unfold. It is bliss to know that I can fly if I choose, it is something we all choose to release inside of us or not. Will I become what I know I can? Will you? Flight at times seems impossible and yet there is no other choice than to pursue a journey to the top of any mountain I see, with the goal of jumping off. Leaping into an abyss and catching the wind of my lust to know myself and the gift right there in front of me. Flight meets any goddess once that decision is made to pursue it. With that I take a small clump of clay from a plastic bag, feel it in my hands and apply it to the growth of being and the sculpture in front of me. With that I squeeze out glorious colors onto my palette, brush in hand touches the pigments, as by brush erotically mixes one color with another in order to pursue my canvas and deliver its own voice. I am a fantasy art warrior woman, sigh.
Pictured is "Bleeding Wings 2" 18" ~waiting to be fired, work in progress. Goddess art of a warrior woman.. YES!
LYRICS~~~> Glitter In The Air lyrics Songwriters: Mann, Billy; Moore, Alecia; Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands? Close your eyes and trust it, just trust it Have you ever thrown a fist full of glitter in the air? Have you ever looked fear in the face And said I just don't care?
It's only half past the point of no return The tip of the iceberg, the sun before the burn The thunder before lightning, the breath before the phrase Have you ever felt this way?
Have you ever hated yourself for staring at the phone? Your whole life waiting on the ring to prove you're not alone Have you ever been touched so gently you had to cry? Have you ever invited a stranger to come inside?
It's only half past the point of oblivion The hourglass on the table, the walk before the run The breath before the kiss and the fear before the flames Have you ever felt this way?
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
There you are, sitting in the garden Clutching my coffee, calling me sugar You called me sugar
Have you ever wished for an endless night? Lassoed the moon and the stars and pulled that rope tight Have you ever held your breath and asked yourself Will it ever get better than tonight? Tonight
Ahh goddess art of beautiful women, THANK YOU Pink for the glorious performance!
"Bleeding Wings 6" 18" clay sculpture by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
"Inside the Belly of a Crime I Never Committed"
I feel hidden inside the belly of a crime I never committed. I feel coaxed toward the pleasure of a sin not yet known guilt in mind I set focus on the betrayal of my own self worth. As I wind my heart around it all like a ball of yarn lines that have been added to with the intention of meeting other things the warmth of a sweater a blanket to cover me at night or a mind that screams when I feel vulnerable.
I am not so disillusioned by the dwelling of introspection that I am not safe though. My palm shows generous stories just like any one else's. I tend the garden of complacency grieving for lost artwork. I hold tea parties at midnight when no one is watching and I call on every demon angel I have ever met there. They tend to sing too loud though and so I quiet them by sharing my poems and brushing my hair with remote intentions. Be safe I whisper and we will all find shelter in a far off cove that was always meant for lovers.
by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen 27 October 2010 Copyright 2010
The image is of my (Kathy Ostman-Magnusen) painting of Dennis.
Artist's Statement:
"Mr. Magnusen", 30x40x2 oil on canvas, by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
Artist's Statement:
Mr. Magnusen, the subject of my painting, shares many of my same memories. We grew up not far from one another In S. California and later attended the same high school. It was in high school that I fell in love with Dennis G Magnusen. That love story was put on hold for some 30 years.
In 1967 Dennis was drafted by the US Army, and subsequently went to Vietnam in 1968. Circumstances and follies of youth would cause us to follow separate paths.
While in Vietnam Dennis was strongly affected by the children he saw there. "Children were never meant to experience war", he told me years later. He decided that he wanted to do his part to change the world. "Real change in any society begins with the children," was Dennis' mantra, so he became a teacher. He worked with gang zone high school kids in the evenings and intermediate students in the afternoon. Grades of F's and D's were bought up to A's and B's. Mr. Magnusen reached beyond his own expectations, leading kids to an understanding of their own worth, thus opening doors to their potential futures. He created a surf club and got the community to help. He was often featured on local TV and newspapers as someone who was making a difference in children's lives. Dennis also became a Mentor teacher, lending help to other educators. Being somewhat of a rebel he advised fellow teaches of ideas that reached beyond standard textbook techniques.
Sadly the ghost of Vietnam took away Mr. Magnusen's strength in the form of Peripheral Neuropathy, caused by Agent Orange. By 1990 he was too ill to continue his beloved teaching career. It broke his heart. Seeking rest, relief from stress, needing a special place to deal with the physical pain that comes with Small Nerve Fiber Neuropathy, he relocated to Hawaii. Hawaii has been his solace and a cool breeze when memories of who he once was for kids becomes faint.
About three months ago "Mr. Magnusen" was contacted by a former student. Amy had been looking for him for eighteen years. She had heard he had died from Agent Orange complications, but still hoped that she would find him. You see, Amy became a teacher and she wanted to find Mr. Magnusen to tell him how much he had affected her life. While working on her Masters in Literature, Amy wrote a paper describing the most influential person in her life. That person was Mr. Magnusen. Amy called to tell Mr. Magnusen that she wanted to make a difference in this world too. For a teacher there can be no greater reward.
As for me? I found Dennis once again after 30 years, through a miracle of circumstance, but that I guess is another story.
If you are in Southern California this Tuesday, 6/15/10 come and meet the artists! Dani Dodge, Marilyn Szabo and "me"! We will all be speaking about our artwork.
This has nothing to do with art per say except that my husband Dennis is an artist, he plays guitar and writes beautiful songs. He has written many for me as we were high school sweethearts who reconnected after 30 years. He love me.
I have posted the painting I did of him that was in the Schaefer Portrait Challenge in Hawaii, called, "Mr. Magnusen"
If you know of anyone who might help him or want to pray for him I would appreciate your assistance.
Here is his story:
To whom it may concern,
My name is Dennis G. Magnusen, I used to be a mentor teacher in Hawaiian Gardens, CA. This was a hard place for a kid to grow up, gangs were well established in this area. I taught junior high during the day, home students in the afternoon, and high school "gangsters" in the evening out of a community store front school. I loved my job; I took it very seriously. I became an educator because of my experiences in Vietnam; I did not like what war did to people nor to children, therefore, I taught peaceful resolution to conflicts whenever it seemed necessary. I had to quit teaching in 1990 due to the effects of Agent Orange; I moved to Hawaii.
HERE IS THE PROBLEM: My VA doctor of 18 years (Dr. George W. Ross, Chief of Neurology for the state of Hawaii) finally admitted that he knows nothing about my medical condition. He always told me that "I should not be in so much pain" and that "it is not going to kill me". As it turns out, he could not be more wrong.
In early 2008 I was diagnosed with severe small fiber neuropathy from a biopsy that was sent to Therapath Lab,NY. This is a very painful disease that controls the autonomic nervous system; this has never been addressed by the VA. The only thing the VA has done is to load me up on drugs. Most doctors are amazed that I can even get out of bed with so many medications. I need treatment (i.e. IVIG), not more meds.
In 2008 Dr. Ross recommended that I see Dr. Mandaville (at Univ. Calif. at San Diego and also with the VA in LaJolla). On January 15, 2008, I was to meet with the VA's neurologist who was going to turn me over to Dr. Mandeville. Instead, the VA's neurologist (Dr. Vivan) said that they were going to "re-test" me. It has been a year since that meeting and nothing has changed, they schedule me 4-6 months after each test to see a neurologist, and then order another test.
I need help. In December of 2009, I had to go to the ER twice. The first time I went to a local hospital, I was convulsing and could not breathe ( I was throwing-up continuously and therefore could not keep my meds down), the pain was severe. The next day it happened again. This time I went to the VA in LaJolla, a 25 mile drive. I had to wait in ER for 5 hours before being seen. Once again in severe pain. I was admitted for 3 days before being stabilized. I can't help but to think this wouldn't happen if I was not on so many meds.
In the VA's Patient Right's, it states: "You will be treated with dignity, compassion, and respect as an individual. You will receive care in a safe environment." I've never felt like I was a recipient of this kind of care, it's more like DENY, DELAY and DEATH.
So far I've been diagnosed with peripheral neuropathy, avascular necrosis ( left hip has had a full replacement, the right hip is still deteriorating), cardiomyopathy, COPD, chronic pain, chest pain, PTSD, persistent insomnia, acute sinusitis, acute tonsillitis, malaise and fatigue, cough, pyronies disease, gastrointestinal motility, and small fiber neuropathy, as well as a few others.
I need help. All I want is a doctor who can help me. There are still things in this world that I want to accomplish. I want the VA to treat me with dignity, compassion, and respect as an individual, and give me that care in a safe environment.
VOTE FOR ME!! #19 ~~*~~ HI! My painting has been selected by Marina Hadley for Curator's Choice. Voting is on your left~ Would you do me a favor and VOTE FOR ME! "#19" ? That's my painting! Vote for "Curators Choice" and then again for "My Fav" both "#19".. OK? THANK YOU SO MUCH! ~Kathy
This is a little watercolor I did for HayHouse Inc. that is in Anne Wilson Schaef's "Meditations for Women Who Do Too Much" CARDS. I am the illustrator of all of those cards. I considered my own two daughters as I painted the one above. ~Kathy
"Young Girls Who Die Too Soon - Remembering Terry "
Her name was written on a stone Terry in a light pink shade of sadness for she was a lovely but very lonely girl who had passed away in Spring so many years ago now.
I guess one could say that pink had turned to blue and in the early mornings when the sun was not yet seeping though my windows I heard her chanting with all those tunes that had turned into a purple hue. And me feeling the light that fell through shades of wonder gave in to sorrow.
Who would think to shred a blossom before it could be opened? It felt like that whenever I missed her and thought of her passing on. Sad tokens of roses and deserted vases I will forever remember them in closets tied fast to memories and a young girls potential dreams and the gift of untitled songs.
Who would tread on that path? The one that a girl would know and possibly find herself in? Not me nor you? Not even a startled lark would paddle that row.
I wear a hat on formal occasions just like my grandma used to do. I decided later after my last gallery opening it was indeed an most appropriate fashion statement for me to do.
Within my insecurities I measured it that hat so its band fit making me feel as my grandma would insist upon well groomed.
And yes indeed it was quite fitting blue bonnet in fashion I wore it in honor of a young girl who was never to meet a history for she was only doomed. Never to know gallery openings at all nor paintings that filled a room.
I cannot count the stanzas to poems that I write not anymore no but I fill a notebook and stroke its moods that my own mind explores. And into this gloom felt it all so overwhelmingly intrudes.
Oft times people strike a mood and let me say here now that in this tale that stride does indeed include "you". YOU made me feel too sad and too alone and wanting for a girl to rise despite her passing long ago. And knowing she was not singing anymore beyond a larks glistening eyes or inside anyones heart but mine and maybe her sister mother and father. I felt distracted by you and your demanding unknowing mimes despite the eulogy time signs.
I think sometimes that I might not surface again and I'll be that girl who died oh but then sinking into my pillow late at night I reflect knowing that she had passed in front of me ahh yes dying eyes. So I charm my memories despite a damsels last pitiful shrinking sigh.
In the morning I find that I am opening my eyes again to meet whatever that day plans. Routine takes me ore just like everyone else just like everyone else... except maybe a young girl I have known except a young girl walking beyond a rules exclusive ride who meets me when I think of her and cautions me to walk beyond the sadness of her passing and my own sorrowful eyes.
Kathy Ostman-Magnusen 30 August 2009 Copyright 2009
"Aftermath" 48x60x2 oil on canvas, Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
This is my time, anyone's time, to reach beyond what was understood yesterday, yes, reach beyond brilliant conclusions even. This is the day and perfect time. Stretch your mind as did Leonardo da Vinci and many famous artists have.
TURN ON THE MUSIC VIDEO TO READ MY POEM BELOW... SMILE
"Leonardo da Vinci - Scientist & Inventor Sculpt His Way Far Beyond Brilliant Conclusions"
There were melodies past the rhythm of the expected that caused my heart to echo applauds. I clapped my hands together for I'd found my space there. A space that I'd been longing for.
I pulled off my mask and all my mental clothes felt the freedom of deliverance embraced my zeal for creativity and my own being to be known.
I will not be contained I screamed Hear me! Seducing the blaze that strokes the vintage stranger near ignored. Let me explore artists of yore Warhol, Picasso, Klimt, Modigliani Michelangelo my reaching and reasoning being. I love their passion.
Matisse, remind me of the colors and set my instincts in focus. Help me feel the pigments with the eagerness of a lover.
Let me call on Leonardo da Vinci scientist and inventor sculpting his way beyond brilliant conclusions. The depth of him unquenchable curiosity botanist, architect, mathematician, musician. Illegitimate son of a peasant woman back in the day when those roots did not bring one too many dimensions.
I will not be contained I scream looking at da Vinci and where my own life should or could be. Ah Leonardo da Vinci what a mentor dear muse you are.
This is my time anyone's time to reach beyond what was understood yesterday yes, reach beyond brilliant conclusions even. This is the day and perfect time. The acquisition of knowledge there before us all. How monumental stunning and how truly amazing this road glorious opportunity there directly in front of all of us.
