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"A Little Time For Pain - Pathetic Intrusion - 3 Days Grace and I'll Be Fine"
Pain
three days grace
a little time
and I will be back to myself
again.
A little time for pain
pathetic intrusion
soon to be dismissed
perhaps not forgotten
completely
but the goddess in me will go on.
Three days of grace
pain will be on its way
out the back door
and out of my life.
Mourning and delving into the moment
sadness
inner reflection
women in pain
men in pain
we all feel that invisible solitude of heartache
in the darkness
late at night
some
times.
Such pitiful
immortal lyrics
toasting costumes
masks
traded in for new dresses
and a gilded cage.
Yet fighting those troubles
beautiful is the heart in time
once acceptance is sung
and ultimately
conquered
for the masterpiece
of a steadfast sign.
Sadness
exotic in so many ways
many a song has been sung under its
watchful days.
Dances with the devil
dances with drawings of angels
carved into the heart.
I am aware of secret tactics
whimsical angels of fantasy
perhaps disguised
dismissing coincidences
tis a dichotomy
bleeding.
Evil blessing a fairies song
goodness stoned
dismissed
denied
despite her wilting sighs?
Trees change within every season
telling me...
Do not cry.
Blessed be the changes of the moon
and how the earth keeps singing.
Rock me in the daylight
let me be inside the lions roar
lest I reach the end
within my sacred plight
unexplored.
Rescue me
tell me time is short
that's what history tells a wounded soldier.
Tell me then
before I shut that gate
lest I forget a devils pen might steal
mercy for my own self
and this majestic date.
I will plan the perfect end
battle the forces
combat the enemy
platitudes mend.
Strategies set
planned now with a warrior woman's
precision
I will scheme to save myself.
Three days
and I will be fine.
Pain
three days grace.
I will make a shoebox diarama
in the rain
one hundred umbrellas sheltering my cause
and in my stead for a weeping song
I will place at the feet
of every flower
a precious gemstone.
Blossoms to stand guard
for my swaying
confused at times
lowly heart.
15 April 2009
by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
"Lily Is My Inner Child,Sometimes Feeling Alone-But I Am Here to Help Her"
Lily is my inner child
that's what I've named her.
I think of her as someone separate
from me.
Sometimes
I think of her alone
worried
regretting... always
cold
lonely
fearful
growing older
not pretty anymore
abandoned by creativity
ignored
insignificant
inadequate
seeking out, but not finding validation
never measuring up
still struggling despite her efforts to achieve
sitting on the side of the road
with a cup.
Lily is all the things I fear and more...
so that I might have compassion for the Lily 'in me'.
I think of Lily...
her fears
and try to cheer her up!
What are friends for?
She does not need to feel so alone
I am here to help her.
I try to remind her,
that yes!
It IS possible to stand inside a rainbow
that leaves on trees
and baby roses
are tokens that she is worthy of my friendship.
And I sing songs to her
with lyrics that say
she is capable
and can overcome the things she frets about.
Oft times we care for others
more than our our own selves
and forget we exist at all.
I try to give Lily an out, a new road
instead of the same road,
that includes sadness
or whatever I feel causes me or Lily to falter.
Thus I refer to Lily a lot in things I write.
Sometimes Lily falls
and I do too
but the more I decide to love me back
love Lily
the warmer we both are.
Name your inner child too, humm?
Offer that side of you a name
and then embrace it.
Aloha from Lily... and me.
17 September 2008
Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
I am represented by Monkdogz Urban Art in New York:
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PRESS RELEASE FOR ZEPHER SHOW AT MONKDOGZ URBAN ART NEW YORK For Immediate Release Contact: Marina Hadley marina@monkdogz.com Opening reception on Thursday July 19 Show runs until August 6, 2008 Monkdogz Urban Art’s final show of the season rolls out like a soft cool breeze on the pre-heated summer sidewalks of New York City. It brings together an exciting group of International artists whose work, styles, and interests range from painting, mixed media and sculpture and span the globe in both time and imagination. Noël Dorado, France Dorado’s work bridges both the eloquence of couture fashion and the fine art of sculpture. With the fine eye of a jeweler, Noël’s dedication to line and detail allow his three dimensional creations to breath and dance within the viewers’ imagination. Betina Jung, Denmark Jung’s application of paint on canvas brings forth what appear to be mythical creatures searching for the road to connect the erotic instincts of both men and women to society and its pre conceived notion of morals and values, and the individual’s base instinct to seek freedom and acceptance. Within this battle ground conflict the viewer becomes a participant in the understanding they are not alone and the world becomes a warmer, more interesting and accepting place to live. Joyce DiBona, U.S.A. Texas based DiBona’s life form tattoo sculpture creates a language all its own. Viewed extensively within the United States the work is finding its way into the International community’s collective awareness. Her work using images, symbolism, and the written word tells a story that is both powerful and beautiful. Each work is an exhibition on its own right. Her recent show at Basel in collaboration with Pietro Franesi and the upcoming show at the New York Art Biennial will give viewers more opportunity to see the development of this exciting artist. Bjørn Eriksen, Denmark Eriksen’s classical figurative human forms, due to the artist’s use of color and structure, at times appear to be almost supernatural and free floating in a space all their own. They reach out and hold the viewer by simultaneously projecting a serious and whimsical expression. As if trying to communicate something that is both profound and irrelevant, leaving the viewer with the feeling of waking up from a dream you can’t quite remember the details of and at the same time desperately feeling the need to remember and understand. James Armstrong, U.S.A. There is a simple inherent beauty that is captured in Armstrong’s glass sculptors that just touches the viewer’s heart. Although each piece is unique and impressive in structure and design, the work exhibits its own sense of freedom and movement as if watching a natural cloud formation or waves break on a sandy shoreline as the sun rises. There 547 W 27 Street New York, NY 10001 - 212 216 0030 547 W 27 Street New York, NY 10001 - 212 216 0030 is a feeling of the past with his work; not just with time and history but within the viewer’s own life that is embraced like a warm memory. Kasper Holten, Denmark Holten is a master of incorporating fun into highly erotic art. Mixing fetish experience with gnome like creatures thus producing work that is both sublime and extraordinarily unique. The artist is a testament to imagination and self will run riot. Karina Sala, Argentina A young Buenos Aires counter-culture artist whose works are designed to highlight trends and movements of the X, Y and Z generations in style and attitude. Her current works are morphing into a somewhat more personal reflection of sexuality using the human form to shed pretense and chart self discovery. Marcus van Soest, Holland Multiple dimensions intertwine themselves to create a psychedelic environment where humor and mysticism live side by side to illustrate his sense of reality. The explosive use of color, symbolism and definition by this artist puts him in league with that of a master story teller. Randy Thurman, U.S.A. Thurman’s eclectic style of art moves in a multitude of directions from figurative to geometric abstraction and digital expression. Each individual work is driven to build a relationship between the artist, viewer and the expression of the finished work. Jonna Pedersen, Denmark Pedersen’s structural forms of buildings and man-made products give the viewer a refreshing opportunity to see the everyday, slightly askew and much more interestingly. Her choice of color and line give the works a dream-like quality that seduces the viewer into participating with the work. Carl McGrady, U.S.A. McGrady’s greatest influence is felt in the Ukyio-e masters of Japan. There is a timeless quality to simple yet eloquent lines of the past. By fusing western materials and historical ideas McGrady captures the best of both worlds. Paul Rousso, U.S.A. Rousso’s unique ability to take two dimensional works to the next level and create three dimensional sculpted works is amazing in both process and visual experience. Having said that, Rousso may be best known for his commitment to producing some of the most innovative collage work in North America. Kathy Ostman-Magnusen, U.S.A. Ostman-Magnusen is a multi talented artist whose primary focus encompasses the female subject, covering their dreams, fantasies, and day-to-day lives. Her style of impressionism and realism using a variety of materials from gold, silk, glass and paint allows her to give each work a distinct sense of life and purpose. Isabelle Ribot, Brazil A French artist living in Brazil for the past seven years, her current work evolved from a series of urban landscapes that produced an alter ego named “Idoru” who is both a reality and virtual reality. As the artist’s work evolves so does Idoru define herself. The genius of this concept is evident in the extraordinary imagination and execution of these powerful works. Steve Reinhart, U.S.A. It would be easy enough to say Reinhart is one of the more exciting artists to emerge from the New York contemporary arena, but the power and impact of his work gives it a timeless and explosive value all of its own. This is work that really needs to be seen in person to appreciate not only in scope but the details that permeate the canvas texture. Reinhart’s commitment to his work destines him for great things.
July 17th - August 12th 2008 | |
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James Armstrong (USA)
Joyce DiBona (USA) Noël Dorado (France) Bjørn Eriksen (Denmark) Kasper Holten (Denmark) Betina Jung (Denmark) Carl McGrady (USA) Kathy Ostman-Magnusen (USA) Jonna Pedersen (Denmark) Steve Reinhart (USA) Isabelle Ribot (Brazil) Paul Rousso (USA) Karina Sala (Argentina) Randy Thurman (USA) Marcus van Soest (Holland) Opening reception on
Thursday July 17th, 2008 from 5 to 8pm |
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I am an artist discovering my way. The images I post on my profile are tame but not for children, nude art, mostly from the waist up but erotica is most assuredly explored by me. Not for kids. I do have a VERY tame website however where I offer free coloring pages and a letter from the tooth fairy that is indeed suitable for children and adults alike.
The painting I refer to in my story below is from the Monkdogz show called, "Flashing Flesh" is "Primal 1". I was not there for the opening but I wrote about what it would have been like if I had.
I have never been to New York... that may surprise a few. My art is there, I am represented in New York by Monkdogz Urban Art. I have had several shows there, but for reasons I will not share I have never been to New York.
I tend to share a whole lot more of myself than I should to remain healthy, but I think in the end there are people who are just as insecure about who they are as I am. In the end we are quite honestly no different from one another. Success or lack of it depends on your perspective of life in general.
Someday... I will travel to New York.
~Kathy
"A Tree Grows in Brooklyn... Too"
It wasn't hard to pack, I took only the important things with me, a handful of leaves from trees to remind me where I had come from. Yet I expected more.. there had to be more.
There are journeys that people seek out that lend to experiences not yet lived, I am one of those travelers. My plane to New York would arrive late, but it came and I could not stop myself from crying. A dream met, the hope of all who seek out distant lands, but never speak of them out loud. Whatever keeps the prize from those silent souls is often hidden in boxes with labels that remark there is no return. Boxes full of tape that bind gifts and treasures, only released in dark spaces while completely alone.
"I'm on my way to meet my creative side face to face, lest it lose its resilience," I said inside my mind. "Oh fragile path, its time to stop along the way and breathe in those desires. Time to take out your paints and splash their blood from head to my toe, lick up complaints from the wounded, give solace, because they are you". I cried again..."That's how you got here, you paid for a thousand and one days, time to feel your worth."
My goal met, I stood before my shadow, a painting on the wall. I recognized its worth beyond my past objections and wanted only to soothe myself. I had met one of my emotions head on and its fragrance became the charm I had been looking for. I stood before my painting, my painting of me and gave it back a smile of recognition.
"Did you bring the book?" I heard a voice behind me say.
I did not turn around to see the face from where the voice came, instead I closed my eyes and felt the essence from its breath. I felt it on my shoulder like a bird that rested after flight. I had the book, indeed I did. I took it from my pocket and in the process all the leaves that I had carried so carefully, fell to the ground.
"OH NO!" I opened my eyes and saw their green veined figures on the tiles on which I stood. "However will I find my way home again! However will I remember those graves from all my sadness, reminders from where I came from!?"
The door to the gallery opened and a wind swept in. It took up the leaves and caused them to begin dancing. I could only watch in disbelief. They seemed happy and unconcerned about me. I wanted to gather them again, put them in their place and demand they stay put, do as they were told. The next thing I knew they rushed right out the door, on to the elevator and into the street. I ran blindly waving my arms, screaming and frantic. I would not know who I was without them. However would I find my soul again? I watched the leaves swim through the currents of freedom. To be understood later? I was not sure, I was alone.
I walked back up to the gallery.. sensed a shadow but I was too bereaved to search out its eyes. Standing again in front of my painting I wept. Mysteriously the voice of before, was once again behind me, and it began to sing. It was soft and gently, something about it felt soothing and I wanted to stay there forever. I closed my eyes and bowed my head inhaling the music to my ears. I felt its presence, breathing on my neck, then kissing my shoulder. Opening my eyes, holding the book in hand, I knew a question could be asked of the melody that came from the figure behind me.
I heard myself speak up, "What am I going to do? My tokens, my history have left me, I have no more leaves to remind me of me."
Kisses on my shoulder the melody did reply, "You don't need them anymore, no more regret. No more waiting for life to begin or unrewarded promises of places you have never been only to wonder about. There are fresh leaves on every tree on every journey you will step out to meet."
I turned around to see the figure. Confused at first at what I saw but accepting, the voice I saw came from me. I had met my worth, acknowledged the relief of letting go and knew it was just the beginning.
Remembering the book, I opened up the pages to a treasured quote:
"I wept because the process by which I became a woman was painful. I wept because from now on I would weep less. I wept because I had lost my pain and I was not yet accustomed to its absence."
~Anais Nin
Placing the book on the floor beneath my painting, still open to the words I have understood so many times, I knew exactly what she meant. I then took off all my clothes, left the book behind and entered the world outside.
Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
6 December 2007
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I paint and sculpt female fantasy art and map faery tale adventures. I
dream of beautiful women on canvas and art of exotic women.
S 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.
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