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Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
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I am a figurative artist and illustrator. I paint and sculpt female fantasy art and map faery tale adventures, testing erotica . I dream of beautiful women on canvas and art of exotic women.

I illustrated for Hay House Inc., Meditations for 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.


Represented by Monkdogz Urban Art, Inc.


Monkdogz Urban Art, Inc.

New York, NY

Tel: 516-655-1000

Artist Statement:


I began my career at four years old, in the back seat of my parents car, as they travelled the countryside. I have been exhilarated and tormented by art ever since. I wake up in the morning and go to bed at night thinking about it.

I paint and sculpt women primarily; in their daily lives; in lives they might be afraid of; and in lives they wish they had. My goal has always remained the same, to hear them breathing and to know the passion I feel in my soul is met by theirs.


So I sing:


Hold me close dear angel

muster up a little tune

and rock me like a serpent

that rises to the moon.


In every single one of my paintings my objective is to know them. To let each one reveal their own vision or message. I am often astounded as their presence unfolds and I am met with who they are. I then realize that who 'they' are defines me as well. My hope is that my paintings & sculptures relate to you, their audience, and that they give you the message you need for your own heart and soul.


~Kathy
My poem/prose.... "I Am Life" I have witnessed souls that cannot survive past their own limitations and sometimes that is me I have witnessed dreams that reached high then fell and yes sometimes that was me I have breathed in life seen sunrises and sunsets views of vast deserts and on top of mountain treasures stood still in awe and walked too quickly from them I have been young and I have felt the bitter pill of age I have felt frozen and been warmed again as winter knew spring and finally reached towards summer I have cried and felt tears at midnight waking me up from my own whaling sound I have felt betrayal yet sto
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I am a dark wanderer

with a mysterious symptom

music without lyrics


My goddess post is secure

and yet

I will follow you into the dark


Charm me

be my eclipse

a moon I can dance on


Sing to me

bring breezes

that tickle my skin


Entice me

be the blanket of space

that surrounds the earth


I am a dark wanderer

with a mysterious symptom

I hear my own breathing yet ignore it


Bring me a lusty library

Merckens chocolates late at night

sweet poems will surface


Be colors

fill my palette

bring the ones I forgot to paint


Rock me

make me rise

make me scream for mercy


Engage me

hold my hand

make the evil in me surface


I am a dark wanderer

with a mysterious symptom

I fall for midnight dances


Bring me shooting stars

be the Milky Way

realize the vastness of our imaginations


Scope out new trails

be my guide to adventures

I had only dreamed of


Set the sail

mark a spot

plunge toward eternity


Envelope me

begin a trance

taking no prisoners


I am a dark wanderer

with a mysterious symptom

meet me in my weakness


Plunge into ecstasy with me

be my bliss

transport rhapsodies into my airwaves


Be my raptor

Be my dove

sing me into floating


Bless me with elation

overwhelm me

take me to the face of god


Be my mystic

my frenzy

entice my being and transcend me


I am a dark wanderer

with a mysterious symptom

gentle yet perhaps wild


Make holes in the desert

leading to water

drown me with your pleasures


Be my euphoria

my servant

my casual affair


Overwhelm me

be a frenzy of lust

that I can count on, on cold nights


Breathe songs in the trees

whistle and chime

eyes open in the denseness


I am a dark wanderer

with a mysterious symptom

charm me


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