: About Me

ABOUT Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

I paint and sculpt female fantasy art and map faery tale adventures. I dream of beautiful women on canvas and art of exotic women.

I have illustrated for Hay House Inc.,"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.

I am represented by:

Monkdogz Urban Art
547 West 27th Street
5th floor
New York, NY 10001

Email Bob: bob@monkdogz.com
Email Marina: marina@monkdogz.com

Tel: 212-216-0030

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http://www.kathysart.com

My passion is ...

Fantasy art of exotic women. I have been doing art since I was 4 years old.

I know too much about ...

Nothing... knowledge is never ending

My parents always told me ...

I was pretty

My childhood ambition ...

To be an artist

My favorite memory ...

Making paper dolls and creating fantasy

Why I write ...

I cannot help myself

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

I LOVE "The Poisenwood Bible" fantastic! I also love CSI Miami.. go H!

My first job ...

n/a

My best moment ...

My first One Woman Show... showing 50+ paintings.. yay!

My inspiration ...

Music is my muse along with great magazine spreads or a great gallery full of impressionistic portrait work.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Loneliness

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Speak to the wise she said. Offer your soul... in hand. Who listens to the bleeding heart? Who travels past the moans and starts? Medals pile up for the non dreamers. Medals cover schemers and in the distance I hear red roses moan. Speak to the bleeding heart. Speak to the room cold and stark. I cover my eyes and smooth the blankets comfort my mind. After all... who really wants to discover the motives of our calls? We speed past souls that whine, layer their layer of motives. I won't sleep in the distant cold, focus on colors ... yellow now old. If gentleness flows through the rivets of o...

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