Monkdogz Urban Art Gallery - New York City

"Free Coloring Pages Fairies and Dragons- I Will Always Imagine You Dancing Without Shadows"

Free coloring pages fairies and dragons
I did not know of your deserted treasures.
I was in a clouded box.
I was the mask
in front of my own face.
I absorbed
only
what I was told to.

New days spawn ultimate miracles
spiders spin webs.
Tell the others
fairies and dragons
of their salvation though
I am still looking for mine.
Just a message to hold on to.

Give me a reprieve though
will you?
Set your mark inward for a change?
When you feel tempted to elaborate on falls
make them your own?
In return I'll stop painting your doorway.

I tried to reach you
but you were out.
Nothing new, or is it?
Blood from my mouth
a dragons voice in the hallway
thoughts of recovery
I guess for my sake alone.
Puddles on the sidewalk
no reason to hesitate
you never have before.

All of your belongings?
Free coloring pages fairies and dragons
have been given to you.
I never knew them.

I whisper your name at night
and I confess
more often than not
I miss having something with your scent.
I hear me stupidly crying.

I will scrub off all those blemishes though.
Stop their complaints
how dare they?

I still put bandages on all their fingers
yet they still refuse to travel
much less dance.
Can you imagine?

Funny
I always thought I'd be more outgoing
at least not so damaged.
Not to worry though
I still reach for kisses
from distant planets.

If I don't find you again?
No forwarding address?
Or if you decide you will not call?
I will not be angry
not when all is said and done.
No, I won't.
I will forever think of you
fondly
and imagine you, fairies and dragons
dancing.

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
02 September 2007





ABOUT Kathy Ostman-Magnusen



Represented by Monkdogz Urban Art, New York, NY
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Monkdogz Urban Art, Inc.

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New York, NY 10001






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 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.



Giclee canvas art work, greeting cards and posters are available for sale on my website: http://www.kathysart.com


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The artwork is one of my little watercolor sketches.
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Words That End With the Letter Q

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Words that end with the letter Q?

There are no words that end with the letter Q

You.. silly QUasimoto!

I need them for Scrapple as well

but alas

checking under every cover

every avenue to discovery

my dictionary

my google friend

no, no, no!

A Q cannot be the end.



Q is not a lonely letter

It loves to cuddle with a U

it finds one every chance it gets

no regrets

and wakes up in the morning

still cozy

next to its loyal lover.



So no lamenting for this letter Q

YOU.. silly QUasimoto.



And by the way

speaking of Q's

a cue to you

what is a QUasimoto

today on the scene?

Not a hunchback character

It's urban talk you see

an alter ego

of a high pitched rapper

spaced out

on stoned beats

singing in the streets.



Ahh me

it is all as silly as it can be

the Q in QUasimoto

lending me reason

if not a rhyme in time

selected from my imagination.

Sitting at my station

waiting for my Q to bring

not a single thing

but a U

'cause its a wonderful thing

to sing

of all the virtues U does bring

to a Q

in this dream.

I now seem to know it quite well

by my expression here

becoming QUite clear

in this QUriky poem

that sings alone for Q.



I have never met a U

that I did not find intriguing.

Yet I confess

I have often grown weary of them.

U, Ewe, You

must the subject always be so one sided?

I find myself saying

QUit it U

enough of YOU!

...and by the way

what ever happened to your oft seen companion

that dear sweet letter Q?



Yes, try to remember Q.

Humm U?

Does Q tire of your self absorbed conversations?

Never!

Sadly for Q it is true U

You do not need Q!

I see you

roaming about without Q

all the time!

But just remember U

you DO indeed need Q

to say,

"You silly QUasimoto."



So back to my travail

the Q that must always have a tail.

It alas is understood

Q never stands alone.

No matter how you've grown

you will always find a home

with other friends

that help you or ewe or U

to end this silly QUasimoto story.



You Q

will always finds a special glory

in a QUasimoto story

who will always see the value

in a U

a U that must be humbled

because it needs you, Q!



Words that end with the letter Q?

NO.. they simply don't exist!

Well...maybe just a few.




Kathy Ostman-Magnusen



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Drawing of Scorpions and Printable Gifts- A Goddess Post and Mysterious Symptom

Drawings of scorpions
I found them on your desk.
I stood there for hours
wondering from where they called you.
I wondered where you found the strength
to not reach around and bite your own tail
taking the devils gifts to you.

The river seems to need you back
a mysterious symptom
does that surprise you?
I know it surprises me.
There are mysterious symptoms growing here
despite what you whisper
when I'm sleeping.

Music without lyrics
the skeleton dances
no matter the lack of ambiance.
I try to understand its rhythm.
I hoped that you would tell me
secrets un-bandaged
wounds ready to heal
excusing all your objections
precedent communications
left outside to recover on their own.
Left outside for the sun to burn
and blister its feathers.

This goddess post does not belong to me
not anymore.
I should have kept up my dancing.
I forgot to sever my inhibitions
they never seemed to be quite so vivid
until today.
Until today.

I stifled the light
no candles allowed to blink
no printable gifts line the closet
no drawings of scorpions
no broken tiles
nothing will replace this morning.

Beautiful women in competition
floating somewhere on my canvas.
I think I am going through withdrawal.
I will get over it in time.

Spirituality
informations ceases to exist
beyond this day that you excluded me.
Gifts and collectibles candles
wine country gift baskets
please don't bother
I am a madman's tailor.
I will return to my painting
paint this day
line up all the colors
I may have missed.
I will reflect
always
about your drawings of scorpions
all those moments alone
and me
with a pin drop on my head
thinking of you
and wondering about it all.

1 August 2007

Spirituality Information? Celtic Design Tattoos are Planted on my Shoulder

Spirituality information?
The rune tips my scale.
I had always counted on it tiles
placed in a cross
to unfold me
lead me to celtic dreams
celtic design tattoos on my shoulder.

I feel so sad I swear I'm breathing tears.
I write
I paint
I sculpt the skyline
pouring out my heart
and then delete them all.
I feel invisible
even to myself.
No graduation songs today.

I know I will feel better tomorrow
but for now?
I am amazed by this walk
the water touches my toes
and it is stinging.
I feel it and am surprised
the moon is breathing
awakened to reality.

I think I may have crowded out the angles
they got tired of my complaints.
Yet, where were they
when the blossoms did not open?
Maybe on a shelf somewhere.

I sit in solitude
with these notebooks of mine
filled to the brim with quotes
cues for self worth
climbing to the top and feeling safe
finding those achievements
binding up complaints
mine
tossing them in the fire
watching them rise within the sparks
becoming ashes.
Ahh these notebooks
I tie them up
setting them aside.
No matter they are gone
I still remember their spirit.

It gets old you know?
Complaints to worthy kings.
They sit so honorably in their spaces
I watch them caressing their own breasts.
I see them through a peep hole in their closet
they cannot fool me.

Who cares really?
I guess I am the only one still listening.
Yet
I have a celtic design tattoo still singing
and resting on my shoulder.
I don't expect to be heard though
why would I?
I have no reason to expect it.
It is all just like a fish inside a glass jar.

I think I will go out walking none the less
decide, no make myself decide.
Spirituality information
I guess it is still breathing inside my head.
I am like a highlight on a leaf
I glisten still
spirituality information
graduation songs
those walks
are indeed healing avenues to take.
I have done it before
no reason to think I can't again.
Besides I have celtic design tattoos
that moved from my shoulder
and are now
pinned inside my chest.

2 August 2007

Final Fantasy Real Emotion | Passages

"Spring Cleaning Yard and Flower Bed - A Poem About Spring Cleaning"

Fairies stand round
giggle with glee
tis a poem about spring cleaning.
I'll post in on my fridge.
I'll use a magnet of tin
now shiny after my buffing it.
A magnet of a daisy
green leaves, yellow center
and wonderful white petals.
He loves me
he loves me not.

Flower fairies
garden ornaments
spring break
set in place.
Spring cleaning
yard and flower bed
everything ready for summer.
Fairies come out to feel the freshness
smiles are everywhere.

Simple and clean
it did not take as long as I thought
and oh!
I am rewarded by the calmness it brings.
I feel freer somehow
just knowing things are in their place
closer to what ornaments looked like
when first bought.

Leaves of fall taken away
the ones that were left over
green is invited to sing here once again.

My garden is ready for new plantings
zucchini, lettuce and string beans
fresh corn from its husk
my garden is clean for my labor
smile
HUGE smile.
A flower fairy
and garden ornaments
of well cared for sentiments.

Spring cleaning
yard and flower bed
tis such a lovely delicate site.
Fantasy fairies sing
honeybees are ready to do their job
as i just finished mine.

Tis fitting
a poem about spring cleaning
when the day knows dusk
all the flowers will sing a song
in the morning
and I will feel the freshness
not felt as brightly yesterday.

Sing my little fantasy fairies
bring granny cookies
ice tea and your sun bonnet
tis spring alas today
I write you a letter
with a poem about spring cleaning.

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
17 April 2007

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Blessings and aloha,

Kathy

PS the painting at the top is from my Victorian Series and is titled,

"Forget Me Not"

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Whimsical Musicians Artwork ahh tis me! Click HERE

Ohh My Whimsical Musicians Artwork Does Map Faery Tale Adventures


This excuse for passion
map a faery tale adventure
go ahead
make those ribbons sway.
Whimsical musicians artwork
Did you give thanks?
Did you think you were magic?
Whimsical sitting bride and groom
songs in the morning...
I guess I thought you were once too.

Will you run to the store for me?
whimsical musician
pick up those things I love?
Will you run?
Map a faery tale adventure?

Remind me to give you a gift in return
or at least a trace of one
this bride
this groom.
My generosity is shortcoming
fine art whimsical angel commissions
though justified in its seclusion
I think we will agree.

The breezes I find here
comforting I guess.
I thought i'd find a gift somewhere
my bride
my groom
but no.

The breezes I find here
sacred
holy
yet only
breezes.

Blood drips down from the entry
no matter the cost.
You have survived
tell me so I can sleep tonight.

There is mold on your charms
I mark the path
it is a ruthless war.

There was a stranger
I hear he was sleeping
I am bleeding
again
in the hallway
but I am none the less wiser.

Who will tell the story when blood is gone?

I'll test your hands for bleeding
yours or mine
no going back.

You would think that someone would say something
wouldn't you?
make a map of a faery tale adventure?
But no
no big talk here.
I will accept to sorry answers
no folded flowers
no matter the color.

I hope to see you again
or maybe me
in this comfort zone
gentle zone I formed with sand.

I've narrowed it down at least
made lists
still incomplete
yet I live here.
People move
pardon the mess
I am on my way
I will be whole no matter what i think right now.

Ahh the blood stain
that you left behind
you were looking for another victim
and something sacred to hide
I bend to those conclusions
yet still
all the while
I paste bandages over my mouth.

Seclusion
my martyr
do we need an ambulance?

I am still thinking of your voice
or someone's
whimsical musicians artwork
yet I do not hear those good intentions
no matter how hard I listen.
They have been left by the wayside
that I am now.

This voice
it says to run.
All I can say is...
how?
You seem to see my reflection
every where I go
I do go.

This voice has rivers
they flow over
but freezes in the winter.

Where is winter?

My best friend
time out
winter
my best friend.

I am embedded in the moon
I did not admit to it before
and yet I am.

The cloud that succumbs me
hides me in the shadows.
Its not about me or you
no bell to chime.
Don't count on me
whimsical musicians artwork
or stupid rhymes in poems.
No one that I know can feel their breathing.

Such a bad predicament
I continue to repair it.
No dollies here though
no hair to comb
no smudges patched
no
real love tells you to fly
fly
home.


Final Fantasy Real Emotion | Passages
http://www.kathysart.com/Final_Fantasy_Real_Emotion_Passages.html

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"Country Song Lyrics-Photo Puzzles and A Wing In the Fire of Moods"

I came across a woman
she shared no emotions that felt kind
not with me.
Country song lyrics came to mind.
No smiles
no eyes that said today could be special.
No energy
except for her own sullenness
her own self indulgence.

I became someone in parenthesis.
No matter my life may have in fact known darker days
she would never know.
I don't suppose it really matters.
It is not as if she and I would ever be friends.

Yet the day would have
could have
had a softer presence.

It take so little really
just a little smile
a simple recognition.
It takes so little to rise to the occasion
see life outside of ones own breath.
Photo puzzles deciphered
country lyrics understood
just one wing in the fire.

I have thought of her
on an off
since that day I saw her sitting
slumped over
measuring my worth?
I am not sure of that.
I would not want to be unfair.

There was a breeze that day
I heard it gently in my ear.
It touched me through my hair.
I was reminded of different days
hard days
difficult days
a wing
just one left behind
and in the fire
more than a country lyric
more than a bad song.
Sad days
photo puzzles
never finding their place on the shelf.
Days I did not want to be in.

I then thought about that woman
decided to give her the benefit of the doubt
reasons to be sullen.
Paths I could not be savvy to.
One never knows.

Yet
oh
and yet
I want to feel the rain
the breeze
share smiles
no matter what.
Hope beyond
a wing that burns
have a glint in my eye
to share
even if no one looks up.

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
15 April 2007

Check out the link http://kathysart.com/Whimsical_Angels_The_Mask.html ,it is from one of the pages of my website called,

Whimsical Angels | The Mask

It is the about the journey of an artist finding her way.

The image above is Whimsical Angels | The Mask
48x36 oil, gold leaf on canvas

The original painting will be shown at my up and coming show:

DAMEZ

April 26-June 2, 2007

Reception: April 26
5-8 pm

Monkdogz Urban Art
547 West 27 Street
(between 10 and 11 Avenues)
Chelsea, New York City
New York

212-216-0030


Website page for this painting along with information to purchase giclees,posters and
greeting cards may be found at: http://kathysart.com/Whimsical_Angels_The_Mask.html


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