"Sculptures by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen"

Kathy Ostman-Magnusen|www.kathysart.com

2007-02-09T18:34:00.000-08:00

The sculpture is called "Maggie B". Read my blog archives for more info as to what inspired it.

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Upcoming shows:
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One Woman Show:

"Ala o Pele"

In Honor of Merry Monarch Festival

Wailoa Center
April 6 thru April 27, 2007
Reception for the artist
April 6, 5-7pm

Address:

200 Piopio Street
P.O. Box 936
Wailoa State Park
Hilo, Hawaii 96720

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"Damz"
Seven Women Artists From Around the World

Monkdogz Urban Art Gallery
April 26 thru June 2, 2007

Address:

547 West 27th Street
New York, NY 10001

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Ongoing:

Aloha Outpost
The New Pahoa Marketplace
Pahoa, Hawaii 96778

Makana Lani
116 Kamehameha Ave.
Hilo, Hawaii 96720

Wailoa Center
Cody Kings Office
200 Piopio Street
P.O. Box 936
Wailoa State Park
Hilo, Hawaii 96720

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Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
Free Gifts:
http://www.kathysart.com/

Fantasy Art Woman|Beautiful Women Goddess Art

2006-11-02T16:10:00.000-08:00

Fantasy Art Woman | Beautiful Women Goddess Art |kathysart.com

Coming Soon! Sign up on my comments and receive a free gift!

Be sure to signup for my mailing list I will from time to time offer free magical gifts. I'll also have a bit of fairy advise on mermaid, goddess, whimsical angel pictures, and other fantasy delights, gifts and ideas! Or sign up just to say, "Hi!"

Sign up 'this month' on my mailing list and receive a free printable letter from the tooth fairy. Ahhh yes, I know this tooth fairy well, her name is Dallyanna. She is most eloquent with lavender bows and ribbons attached to tiny pink satin roses on a whimsical sky blue chiffon dress. Her hair is held fast by a wreath of stephanotis and lobelia blossoms found from trees on African mountains where she is often seen traveling. She fills the air with laughter and always makes me happy. Soft fairy dust meets her pathway as mist wherever she flies as one might suspect. Once in awhile she flutters by just to say hello and offer a bit of conversation or to share her love of poetry. We sit at a round glass table topped with a white linen tablecloth and dine on green tea and crumpets. I always have special jams and jellies on hand to impress my dear guest of magic. Dallyanna often advises me on what gifts my friends, like you, might enjoy. We have a splendid time together as she shares legends of mermaids and her adventures of gifting children in exchange for their treasured tiny teeth.

My other gift to you this month is a "legends of mermaids" drawing. You can print it out for cards; transfer it to shrink art and use as a magnet or sun catcher; use it as a coloring page or reduce the size for clip art or stationary accent, just to name a few ideas.

PLEASE NOTE: My gifts to you are available for free use ONLY for non-profit, personal use only, and not to be distributed in any way or form. -Kathy

Future free gifts:

December:
Christmas drawings and a lovely whimsical angel picture

January:
free fairy coloring pages

February:
Valentine Day Images and ideas

March:
fantasy fairy paper dolls

April:
mood magnets (patterns for shrink art)

May:
legends of mermaids drawing

Monkdogz Urban Art

2006-04-11T15:34:00.000-07:00

NEWS:

I have a show in New York

Monkdogz Urban Art
547 West 27th Street
Chelsea, New York

http://www.monkdogz.com

May 18 - June 10

If you would like me to send you an invitation please contact me via email through my website http://www.kathysart.com

subject: Monkdogz Urban Art

Yay!

"The Epicureans"

2005-11-25T16:54:00.000-08:00

"The Epicureans" 3rd view.

The cool thing about sculpture is that you can turn it around (obviously) and you can put it under different lighting for a whole other mood. I think EVERYONE should get their fingers in some clay. Go to a hobby store and just play... you will be surprised.

"The Epicureans"

2005-11-22T18:38:00.000-08:00

"The Epicureans" 9x7x6 terra cotta with acrylic patina

This sculpture is all about lust and orgasm. Arched backs, heads turned back one kneeling as if a voyeur.

"Maggie B"

2005-11-21T12:18:00.000-08:00

"Maggie B" 8 1/2x8x7 terra cotta with an acrylic patina.

I made this little sculpture for my own pleasure. It was inspired by the book "Maggie B" by Irene Haas, a lovely little children's book about a little girl who travels the sea with her baby brother. The illustrations are priceless. I have actually done three versions of her in clay. This one I keep out so I can feel the magic that is possible in all of our lives. The other two were given away to a friend.

"Denny"

2005-11-20T10:32:00.000-08:00

"Denny" 10x12x6 Terra Cotta with acrylic patina

Denny and I have quite a history. We are high school sweethearts. We found eachother after 30 years. We are in the process of writing a book about it all. It is a testimony that miracles do happen. This sculpure is the first sculpture I did after Denny and I got back together. It was only fitting that I sit and read his face for hours then apply what I saw both visually and spiritually with clay beneath my fingers and love within my heart, into something I could grasp within my creative psyche. I realized many things about him while sculpting him. I did a lot of drawings of him at the time as well. I did a couple of of him while he was sleeping. It is such a surreal experience to watch someone sleeping I think. They are so unaware and yet you find you are aware enough for both of you.

If you would like to know more about Denny visit his blog at:

http://dennisgmagnusen.blogspot.com/

There you will find his songs, thoughts and some of his history.

Here is part of the first chapter of 'My Story'. Denny is writing his own version. 'Everyone' has a story to tell by a certain age in their lives. Some have theirs formed early on. Ours 'together' began when I was 15 at West Covina High School in 1964.

"My Story"

September 1995

"Aloha" said the male voice over the phone.

"Hello?" I said with anticipation. "Is this Dennis Magnusen?"

"Yes"

"Did you graduate from West Covina High School in 1965?" I asked.

"Yes" said the voice hesitantly.

"This is Kathy"

"Oh Sweetheart!"

He knew exactly who I was. Our story unfolds from there, inside a little window of time that gave us the miracle of a second chance.

1964

When I was fifteen, I noticed a tall blond head amidst the crowds of non people in my high school. I would look for him at breaks or lunchtime, see where he was and who he was with. His 6'2 1/2" frame with lovely blue eyes and calm demeanor my reward to glance upon from a distance. He was usually with another girl or a group of friends. I noticed him then and have felt my eyes and heart searching him out ever since. I was a very shy girl with no confidence about who I was or my place in circles of clubs and established friendships around me. I was born with the spirit of art inside me. It was my hideaway as well as my best friend. My Mother always told me I was pretty. I never felt sure if that was an asset or a hinderance. I was and am still blond with green eyes of Scandinavian decent. Scandinavians tend to be reserved yet moody which fits me well. I never considered high school to be a highlight of my life, rather an intrusion into my underdeveloped psyche. I was still playing hop scotch in my front yard after school. My bed was filled with dolls that I still found delight in combing their hair and changing their clothes. I was a young 15 with pressures around me to grow up and become a young lady.
When I was a Junior in high school I went out with a guy from one of my art classes. He asked me to 'go steady'.
"Yes!", I said, loving the 'idea' of being in love.
Bob had a party at his house one night. I was so excited. I felt like a grown up. I spent two hours getting ready. The party was filled with tons of people and there was laughter everywhere.
"Kathy, I want to introduce you to my friend Denny and his girlfriend Jody", said Bob.
We stood in front of Denniy and his girlfriend. The peripheral vision of the room narrowed into one small space; his eyes, his smile back at me, and the thought that he now knew my name.
"Hello." I said
"Hello." back.
Jody had a perfect flip in her hair. She always did. I could never understand that. She seemed so confident. I could never understand that either. I felt like a little girl in a crowd of grown ups. It would be a long time, if ever, I thought, for him to actually say hello to me in the hallways of our school.
Going steady with my new boyfriend lasted a total of a month or two. Because I was so shy and insecure I totally ignored him at school. I secretly hoped he would come over and get me... rescue me from my shyness and invite me to laugh with he and his friends. He would only feel the sting of what appeared to be my rejection of him. I began going out with friends of his though and found a place for myself in their group occasionally. I would see Denny from time to time as well, always with someone else.
The school year ended. All the seniors, including Denny were off to find themselves in the grown up world. I was still there... still looking towards one more year of the ups and downs of self discovery in a population of kids and classes.

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As a footnote to this story I would like to add this thought:

People say that love changes when you get married. It develops into a 'new kind' of love unlike the passion you felt in the first 6 months of falling in love. It isn't true.

"Wonder World"

2005-11-19T18:09:00.000-08:00

"Wonder World" 10"x6"x6" terra cotta with an acrylic patina. The base is a stack of 3 books called,"The New Wonder World".

When I did this sculpture I lived in Princeville, Kauai, HI. It was one of those days when the trades blow right through your house making everything feel free. I felt like creativity could fly right out of my head, and though my fingers if I let it. The process of creativity is so elusive, ya know? One day everything comes so easy and the paints or clay or whatever medium you are using just seems to work. You finish and find yourself asking how you did it. I always wonder if it really was me who did it. The truth is that on so many occations 'I' did not... it was created through me.
"Wonder World's" head explodes with all the things imagination can bring... if we let it.

I will be posting my sculptures, describing them i.e. medium, sizes and thoughts every few days.