Bleeding Wings Sculpture Series YouTube

I created a YouTube for my "Bleeding Wings" sculpture series..

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Flower Fairies Are Never Far Away

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Flower fairies are never far away.

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.

Farewell dear lady.

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Maxwell, My Dogs Secret Life.. Who Knew!?

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!!

http://www.squidoo.com/doggie-clothes-dog-toys-my-dogs-secret-life

My Nude Valentine

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



BAREBRUSH SHOW

MY NUDE VALENTINE 2011


http://www.barebrush.com/mynudevalentine/index.php


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.

Making Love to Art

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!

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"Inside the Belly of a Crime I Never Committed"

"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

INVENTORY AT MONKDOGZ, NEW YORK:

"Mr. Magnusen", 30x40x2 oil on canvas

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.