Whimsical Musicians Artwork, A Fantasy Art Woman Debates About Enlightenment

Touch someone else in their heartache.
Know thirst before the rose is withered.
See bondage right before you.

Look out toward the horizon
and stand still.
Debate about enlightenment.
Accept only fragments of the words
that rush into your pond
creating rivers
before you even knew that it was raining.

It is not others who don the mask
oh no
It is you and it is I.

The salesman reeks of limitations
yet he is no different from any other warrior.
We all ponder our journey
and long to create an inner circle.
Our dreams should not be mapped
by forces outside our own imagination.
Expectations of flight should not be squandered
because others don't see our wings.

All the secrets in the world cannot tell you
what you have missed
if you only planted one single minded tree.

Take pause...
note a salesman has limitations.
They wear masks that do not show
their words are full of curtains.
Uncovered there is no tune
no whimsical musicians artwork
no fresh affirmations
that lead to new heights of refinement.

We should dance at midnight!
Feel satin on our skin
and culminate our boundaries
with a thousand and one questions.
Exalt the king inside
reproach the sounding dragon
ignore the fact that gifts are squandered
and seek out new ones.

Leave the dance exposed
when all is said and done
there is no wisdom past the mask
if the remnants of the empty salesmen
and his messages are unopened.

Decide that the page you turn
the affirmations you repeat
will be of your own making.
Step past the folded letter
it is not your law.
Reach higher
than where you thought you could barely touch
and light your own candle.
Be significant to YOU.
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Coming Soon!

"In Search Of Klimt" series is being expanded and will include new images and stories. There will also be a handy dandy shopping cart for purchases of prints, posters, greeting cards and fine art giclee prints. I also hope that you will sign up on my mailing list because I am going to have free gifts to share with you like a free downloadable letter from the tooth fairy and whimsical angel drawings.

"Bubble Time"

Last April I fell and broke my right arm. I also received nerve damage and it is not certain that I will regain full use of my hand back. An artist without the use of her right hand is almost more than I could handle. I am drawing now though and am finding things I had not noticed before my fall. I wrote this poem in honor of new discoveries found and treasured.

"I Stood Inside A Rainbow"

I stumbled to find myself
wanting to be lifted
and yet
I fell to smell the earth.

I stayed there for hours
me in brown beginnings
researching the treasure
that before
I had only walked upon.

I pointed my finger
into a tiny hole.
I hoped I might discover
one thing different
I had not known before.

Alas I found myself mesmerized
as an ant climbed from it's cave.
One ant, one tiny ant
a delicate treasure and
a focus in my day.

He became like none other
I had ever seen before
because
I chosen to lean my attention
sit in pause
and hear life's unmistakable roar.

A reflection in a pond
beyond the ants tiny hole
I leaned to meet the journey.
Who knew a lake would open
by the magic of my own smile.


I found myself host
to a thousand tiny angels
and an afternoon of solace.
I toasted all the Universe
and from roses
I sniffed a glistening vapor of hope.


I knew thirst to touch the dew on roses
and treasure all they had to say
found comfort in their voices
as the sun met their moisture
of an ever so brilliant day


I stood inside a rainbow
Its colors met my skin.
Stepping then outside myself
decoding past objections
I accepted miracles were calling
and stood back to watch them grow.

ROCK THE VOTE!!

"The Look"
18x24 oil on canvas

This painting is not from 'any' series, I just painted it for no reason a while back. It seems to reflect my feelings about everything these days.


Some six months ago I fell down a flight of stairs and broke my RIGHT wrist in two places. Yes, I am right handed. After the cast was removed, which was too tight, I was left with nerve damage. I have been going to physical therapy to get the use of my hand back ever since. Yes.... I am paining. I did my first one about 3 weeks ago. Funny it is from my Wild and Crazy Series, my Walk On the Wild Side and all about Neon Blue Series..... lots of names for lots of emotions. I am done crying, I think. I am moving forward and learning to hold the brush in a different way. Yes I know there are people who paint and draw with their mouth. Let me tell you that just seems to be the 'wrong' thing to say.... sorry, I know people have good intensions.

As soon as I take a photo of the new painting I will post it here. Hopefully it will appear in the next few days. It is a 24x48. Let me tell you it weighs about a ton! It took many attempts to get my hand doing what I needed to do. BUT I DID IT! That is the most important thing right?

Aloha, Kathy

Exceed Your Potential, Aim Past Excellence: An Artist's Story of Serendipity

"Exceed your potential and your dream will be great. After you realize something is absolutely spectacular say to yourself, 'How can I improve this?" ~ Robert Hogge, Marina Hadley, Monkdogz Urban Art Gallery


I have been an artist since I was four years old. I can't help myself, I 'have to' paint and sculpt and create, it is in my soul. It is my love, my hobby, my craft. I am an artist who is constantly looking for representation and on the quest to get my work out there. Marketing is 3/4 of the ball game but for artists this often a difficult game to play.

Artists dream of hanging their work in New York, I am no exception. I am constantly putting out feelers, writing ezine articles, posting my work on on-line galleries and setting up places to show. I also respond to emails!

I met Bob and Marina through the internet. I received an email from Bob about two years ago complimenting me on my art. We became email buddies. Who can resist flattery right? Little did I know my email buddy had great things planned. One day you are email buddies sharing the small stuff, the next day your email buddy creates a gallery online. OK wonderful. I posted my art on his site. Bob had bigger things up his sleeve though. A few months later, with his long time business partner Marina, Bob opened his own gallery in Chelsea, New York! Wow!

I watched and listened and measured my own potentials as an artist as Bob and Marina lived up to their philosophy and continued towards excellence. Self improvement gurus always tell you to find a mentor then do what they do. My mentors had aimed beyond spectacular and met their target.

I received an email from Bob after the galleries first opening telling me of the nights events. Part of what he wrote to me is below:

"It's the White House." The first call of the evening Monkdogz Urban Art received congratulating them on the gallery and wishing the artists success came at the Presidents request from the White House! "The President couldn't come because of a scheduling conflict but wished Bob and Marina and the artists all the very best on their inaugural show." No matter what you think of the incumbent the response to their invitation was 'very cool!' ~Bob
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Nothing Bob and Marina do is without consideration for excellence. Gallery and Studio Magazine's managing editor Ed McCormack, a former associate of Andy Warhol was interviewed and posted on Monkdogz online gallery debut. Ed and Jeannie McCormack cover the New York art scene and are still avid supporters of the Chelsea gallery.

Richard Calderhead of Art in NY wrote "No gallery in New York has more energy or heart for art"

In keeping with their philosophy of going beyond the spectacular, Bob and Marina did not stray from their vision.

I think we miss the serendipity of life sometimes. We plan and fret and spin our wheels. Sometimes we miss that our dreams are being fulfilled right in front of us and we walk past them. We work hard to meet our goals but fall short of noticing that 'spectacular' is within reach. As I said, I have been an artist since I was four years old, so why wouldn't I accept spectacular things happening? Why not? Why not see the same excellence I expect from my brush that meets my canvas to also find it's way to my dream of showing in New York? Why not? Why decide that dreams being met are for other people? Mentors come into our lives to show us the way.

So did I ever get my work to New York? Yes indeed I did! My show with Monkdogz Urban Art was called "7".

"Bubble Time"


"Whimsical Angel Drawings and a One Winged Angel"


I will take in the sky
and hold it's beautiful offerings.
I will collect whimsical angels.
A one winged angel I will be.

I project the strokes it takes to paint this fairy.
I will push out colors
my palette close at hand.
My one winged angel
disguised at times
her identity to be revealed.

I sift through all my seeds
sort out the ones that will give new life
and watch the rest
fly softly into the wind
to safely find their way.

I reached beyond a rainbow
and drench myself in fairy dust.
I gathered mermaid pictures.
and magical mystical creatures.
I read legends of mermaids.
I had debates about enlightenment.
I heard tales from the lips of angels.
I am a fantasy wild woman,
a one winged angel.
I take out my crayons and make
tiny whimsical angel drawings.

I am a tiny fairy
a one winged angel
anything that strikes my fancy.
I am everything I decide to include
in my journal each and every day.
Words on pages
illustrations of my mood.
A one winged angel
or a culmination of visions.

I will paint whimsical musicians
and beautiful women.
I will sculpt a castle and live there at will.
I will gather letters from the tooth fairy
keep them in a wooden case for emergencies.
I will create a cabaña
serve chocolate eclairs and tea.
I will share my blessed cookbook
and quote affirmations of love.
I will post fairy coloring pages
set them in line
color them when I fell bored.
I will cut out paper dolls
that only dance at midnight.
I will find dragons, capture their fire
and warm my toes on cold days.
Goddess of art
a tale for today
I coast
I spin
I coat my visions with creativity.
Whimsical angel drawings
fantasy art of a goddess
I am or long to be.

Innocent angels
I gave you a key?
I opened the door often
so that you dear friends
would remember me.
There are no debates
about finding enlightenment
this window has never had curtains.
Samples of love affirmations
tied with bright and colorful ribbons
reminded me.

I am a one winged angel
and in my hand
I still have the treasures that sparked it all
my beautiful whimsical angel drawings
held fastly with my one free hand.