All Those Monsters in My Closet

Below are 3 videos.. they speak to what I am feeling right now and what I will be writing about ... later, after I have considered them, and me in them, for awhile. They seem to say everything... down to the smashing of the car in anger in "Ghosts". The first one is the inner child meeting her life,then the woman she becomes, followed by an old woman, who is me... and you, if you choose to see yourself in it.

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Priscilla Ahn's - "A Dream"



Priscilla Ahn's - "A Dream"

Lyrics:

I was a little girl alone in my little world who dreamed of a little home for me.
I played pretend between the trees, and fed my houseguests bark and leaves, and laughed in my pretty bed of green.

I had a dream
That I could fly from the highest swing.
I had a dream.

Long walks in the dark through woods grown behind the park, I asked God who I'm supposed to be.
The stars smiled down on me, God answered in silent reverie. I said a prayer and fell asleep.

I had a dream
That I could fly from the highest tree.
I had a dream.

Now I'm old and feeling grey. I don't know what's left to say about this life I'm willing to leave.
I lived it full and I lived it well, there's many tales I've lived to tell. I'm ready now, I'm ready now, I'm ready now to fly from the highest wing.

I had a dream

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Ladytron - Ghosts



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KmpvDG-fEaA

Ladytron - Ghosts

Lyrics:

In the first days
of the spring time
made you a prince with a thousand enemies
made a trail of
of a thousand tears
made you a prisoner inside your own frequency

There's a ghost in me
who wants to say "I'm sorry"
Doesn't mean I'm sorry

At the first hour
of the springtime
made you a prince with a thousand enemies

now I see you
from the corner
clock strikes
and I know you will be drinking alone

There's a ghost in me
who wants to say "I'm sorry"
Doesn't mean I'm sorry.

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Ladytron - Destroy Everything You Touch



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=klRF87dsLCw

Lyrics:

Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way
Anything that may desert you
So it cannot hurt you

You only have to look behind you
At who's undermined you
Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way

Everything you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Shakes your hand
Takes your gun
Walks you out of the sun

What you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Destroy everything you touch today
Please destroy me this way

Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way
Anything that may delay you
Might just save you

You only have to look behind you
At who's underlined you
Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way

Everything you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Shakes your hand
Takes your gun
Walks you out of the sun

What you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Destroy everything you touch today
Please destroy me this way

Everything you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Shakes your hand
Takes your gun
Walks you out of the sun

What you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Destroy everything you touch today
Please destroy me this way

Everything you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Shakes your hand
Takes your gun
Walks you out of the sun

What you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Destroy everything you touch today
Please destroy me this way

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Ed McCormack of Gallery & Studio Magazines Review of Kathy Ostman-Magnusen Artwork

Ed McCormack of Gallery and Studio Magazines Review of my artwork:



Monkdogz Urban Art's add in the same issue:



Gallery and Studio Magazine:


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To view more of the art that Mr. McCormack refers to in his interview check out my website.

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About My Primal Series:

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"Vampire Let Me Coax You Past Your Evil Intent"

This painting is from my "ke ala o Pele" series... sorry, I have so many painting I would have to look it up.. sorry. I do know that it is a 36x48 oil on canvas... lol

OK... turn on the music/utube for my poem below.




"Vampire Let Me Coax You Past Your Evil Intent"

Vampire
let me coax you past this now.
Vampire
let me tell you how to draw
a scorpion
and the wings of yore.
Please
have a bit of mercy
will you?
Mercy
on me
and please
let it be
allowed
to
think
as well...
is that too much to ask?

Vampire
let me sing.
Please.

"They"
Those people in the midst of the condemned
including me
or is that me too narcissistic?
Perhaps
and yet
I see what I do see.

And so
take note
voices
do they
and can we
reach
higher
than we ever thought we could?
Call out.
Can we
at least bow our heads
and take notice?

Those who are in fact evil
yes
evil
indeed
set along anyones pathway
we see them
and then
plead.
Fire on the land
amid the open seas
when and where will this story end?

I shudder
eyes that do spy on all
from time
you know it too
right?
Will they somehow be forgotten?
At least by me.
And yet
reluctantly
and equally
well remembered
under traces of our conscience
of a well induced
time
line.
OMG... yes, hopefully!

Scribbled within their plans
an evil doers moods
set upon a lands circumference
light
yet mysteriously
dark
coming through.
I am a victim of a dicodemy
and a vengeance of my own minds
eye.
I wish that I could just let it rest here
within this sigh
but let me watch it
for now
to decide
dicodemy arise.

I am meditative
I am indeed criticized
by my own suspicious moves.
A vampire flying quickly
across a darkened mind
and within its potential
a dark setting moon
of gloom.
And all the while
this gothic tune
became too great
to be known
to certain fairies
who did not understand colors
nor the height of a fires flame.
Ohh dear fairies
not to worry
tis a transgression of sainthood
not perceived by anyone
or is it
everyone?

Well.. let me take that back
yes let me do that
for when I view the ice upon the land
and the fire that pursues it
I am enamored enough to say
it is me
it is you
and the evil or good that passes this way
will forever remain
despite what we complain about.
Everything will keep its pace
and stay
forever in their own ways
lest of course
passion
yes passion
breaks right through.

20 June 2009
by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

If You Find Her... If She Hears You...

"Casino" 36x48 oil on canvas

"Faery Dragons Roar For Prisoners of Lost Youth and Thus They Cried For a Beautiful Queens Passing"

"The Secret" 36x48 oil on canvas


Youth sought after and a Faery Dragons longing to give a queen eternal youth... to no avail.

"Faery Dragons Roar For Prisoners of Lost Youth and Thus They Cried For a Beautiful Queens Passing"

Faery dragons
roar for prisoners of beauty
when they are caught
in-between
the seasons.

It's true.

Yet more to this tale
of a dragon's queen
seasoned forever
blue.

Victims of time
that age doth ultimately meet
ignoring any setting suns
or romantic affairs
a hero doth meet.
Their set plans
despite anyone's time-line
destiny is of a certainty
pursued.

Protecting herself from the glass
a queen glanced shyly into a mirror.
Ohh, "If only"
was her lament.
If only a different circumstance
age had greeted
a youthful repose
and yet..
No.

Disbelieving strangers
as they said it was not true
a narcissistic queen
left the hallway
and walked into her own
lonely
gloom.
Perhaps it was a fairy dragon
needing her at a dawning midnight
to enhance the queens beauty
and find here forever youthfully
for him
groomed.

Spirits of the dead
sounding off with their whistles
reaching whatever vibrations
a dragon once slain
might recall.

There will thus
always be
gentle souls
who circle round a babies laughter
tending to the scents in the air.
Babies breath
bringing the lovely sound of flowers
to cradle every infants gateway
in a bed of roses
and whisper of loving
care.

So beware
to those who seek a youthful view
for the queen did pass
once she left the dragons room.
Slipping into a trance
of a sparkle
on a lake
that let the moon shine through.
Into a destiny
nebulous swoon
for after the queen met a babies laughter
the fairy dragon sadly
knew...
His queen
mortal be
slipped past eternity
and into the galaxy
of a wilting flowers bloom.

Copyright 2009
by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen


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ABOUT Kathy Ostman-Magnusen: I am an artist, represented by Monkdogz Urban Art, New York. ORIGINAL ART may be purchased through Monkdogz: http://www.monkdogz.com/chelseagallery/artistart/Magnusen/artist_magnusen.htm

"Sound, Tis Such a Lovely Vibration - Don't You Think?"

"The Dancer" 36x48 oil on canvas
Original available through Monkdogz Urban Art http://www.monkdogz.com

From lovely ballerinas, footprint sounds on the ground, to a simple pen to paper, where poetry is found, sound, 'tis written about...

TURN ON THE MUSIC:




"Sound, Tis Such a Lovely Vibration - Don't You Think?"

Vibrations that travel through the air
I am in awe.
If I stand still I can measure them
if only within my soul
while holding my breath
a note to know.
From a fragrant distance
I can feel its humming presence
onomatopoeia put to the test
winging through the trees
past silence.

Impressions of sound
vibrations touching my skin
traveling waves
composed by lenders of sacred visions
where true wisdom
begins.

Such a gift is sound
broadcast from our lips
composed by artists
wind in trees
oceans roar
birds tending to their hungry fledglings
televisions from an open window
right next door
cars passing by
airplanes in the sky
opening my eyes
I hear
the world
as it goes by.

Music
luscious muse
floating through the air
and connecting to this day
inside our atmosphere.
All over my anticipating being
dreams
never that remote
frequencies enticed
made perfectly clear.

From Ballerinas
Cinderella embarks
from their tip toes on stage
rhythm embraced
with what dwells in the heart
thus a brilliant transcending
of a most glorious
holiest art.

My heart waltzes past the open door
sensations found
walking over pebbles on the road
feet causing a moving sound
my mood goes from lowly
into a highlight
appreciating
the simplest
of sounds.

Pencil to paper
scribbling down poetry
rounds.
People in places
I never will meet
writing in silence
for a word to speak.
A tiny utterance of noise
meeting pen to paper
describing inner thoughts
acoustics on play here
creating giant noises
in a tiny minds eye
from an anticipating
hearts sigh.

Sound, tis such a lovely vibration.
Don't you think?

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
copyright 2009

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Inspiration for Artists

Ohh YOU MUST watch this UTube if you love art at all..

"Notorious Kahlo I Love You I Do - As I Stand in the Shadows Weeping For You"

These two quotes of Frida Kahlo's are significant. They are indeed the most significant quotes of hers to understand her life and the dedication to explaining who she was as a human being. The bigger more obvious effort being her art of course. It is within pure honesty that the artist shines and Kahlo's star shines for her tonight.

"I paint self portraits because I am the person I know best."

"I hope the departure is joyful and I hope never to return." ~Frida Kahlo

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It is for Frida then that I write:

"Notorious Kahlo I Love You I Do - As I Stand in the Shadows Weeping For You"

Mexican art goddess
Frida Kahlo
Spanish gem
rebellious thunder
independent glamour queen
of a most glorious wonder.

Shocking conservative foes
dressing her canvases
with mirrors
from her very own
battered
and injured soul.

Notorious Kahlo
I love you I do
as I stand in the shadows
weeping for you.

If I do not understand
mine own pain
I will lust after Frida
and her soulful
honestly delivered
claims.

Mexican goddess
tears marked her days
you and I should remember
such courage
displayed.

Wounded in body
demons of the dark
yet despite convalescence
on canvas
this goddess
left her deepest remarks.

Diego Rivera
came into her life
murals of politics
and Mexican strife.
France did know them
an artists pair
who danced in their art scene
reputations to flair.

Ahh feminist Frida
I light candles to you
when alone in my closet
unsure of what to do.
Cult figure I honor
write notes on my door
remember Ms Kahlo
who painted her soul's roar.

Who better to paint
than the one, one knows best
from cradle to grave
Frida revealed her own struggles
and difficult tests.

Vibrant colors
sure of her gestures
leaving no misunderstanding
Frida Kahlo said and painted
exactly
what her heart measured.

Sexuality not ignored
as some women do
Frido Kahlo said it all
as she thought her life through.

She gave herself freedom
creative displays
dramatic symbolism
gave us visions
within and without
her cast prison.

Within your bodies torturous doorman
your efforts to explore
courageous decisions
will forever ignite me
past the tunes
of simple
folklore.

Notorious Kahlo
I love you I do
as I stand in the shadows
weeping for you.

Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
copyright 2009