About ten years ago, I decided that, when people asked me what I did, or who I was, I would say with confidence, "I am an artist". No matter how I was doing a life, or if my status was that of an ' artist hungry ' or not, I would say, "I am an artist". Would proclaim what I fantasized me be since I was a little girl.
I started drawing three and four years, in the back seat of my car parents as they drove from State to State, looking for suspicious Rainbows. I was a little girl drawing Sirens, Angel art, art of fairy, fantasy art in General. I tried as best I could make that world alive. I did my pages coloring. As I have grown older paper dolls free at my disposal at any time I decided to make drawings or paintings little of them. Drawings of sirens and fate that I imagined to be just as Renaissance paintings. My talent was good as I decided it might be. My paper dolls were not free paper toys, my siren Charter given a chance, once became a true siren. Fantasy art would one day murals of a world that would create by my imagination. I didn't know of Pablo Picasso; Kandinsky; Marc Chagall; or the softness of Mary Cassatt. Ever I had gone to the art gallery to see the paintings of Salvador Dali; Paintings of Leonardo da Vinci programme; or paintings of Claude Monet. A world to discover in front of me, full of art;paintings and sculptures. as a child even if I had my Gallery of fantasy and everything I saw became magical.
What happens as we grow older and those feelings of fake and fantasy become boring? We have to wonder what took away this spirit of adventure and optimism.When it seemed just like paper, is no longer something that fairies and dragons, mermaids became alive in paper toys?Import? is it acceptable that part of us that has become a dragon Tinker Bell or not there is more? or maybe it's OK to try to find them again?
People tell me all the time that they can't even draw a straight line.
«Would you ' learn drawing though? Wish you could? Drew when you were small? Often the answer is Yes.
When you went to school did anyone ever by hand is a piece of paper and saying, I show you what you can do with algebra without any knowledge of it or any help? Did someone ever say to write a story without first learning how to print individual letters? We need to do that kind of thing with art although we didn't? We believe that, if a child sits and draws and is a half decent work so that they are talented. Maybe I am, but perhaps the child sitting next to him could be too, although I have no faith to draw a straight line, because nobody taught him how to draw. I think that the talent is ' desire ' and the rest is practice.If you ' want to be able to draw a straight line or sirens or dragons you ' are ' talent. you are an artist waiting to happen! Somewhere along the line someone dampened your spirit just stopped trying and stopped dreaming. It may not be in art, can be entered. You can be itching to say, "I am a writer!" even if you could make a living as a lawyer or a dishwasher.Is art in our souls and I think we need it.
I am an artist!I paint and draw and sculpt.I try to remember all visions of my childhood and continue with these dreams.I paint some fantasy art, Sirens, Mermaid babies, African women and African art, then some of contemporary art, I would draw even some art nude and pin up art. I have come a long way. Making sculptures, sell my oil paintings here and there and also have giclee canvas prints. I try to paint or draw everyday. most of all, I try to keep my childhood fantasies of being an artist '. I try to decide what it means to me. portion of it is my thirst to create but is part of it, because without magic without paper toys, becoming a real to me, I am only an adult, going through the motions of daily life not noticing a little fairy dust.
"Paper Toys"
Be careful what you step in
Might just be my heart
Some wounds have no recovery
no place to start.
The box, packed with small tapes
You have made certain that they are not lost.
You flatter me ...
think that a large part of me
manage them with such care.
Thank you for the cobwebs
and the way they were treated.
I know I should be grateful
that someone felt the loon.
I was greeted by a pattern
set in place so many days ago
I tried to rebuild my thoughts
and make them not at my house.
I stand upright and looking from side to side
Looks like I have taken prisoner of my thoughts
sad day means messy and sighs.
Thank you for the cobwebs though.
Through all the debris
that can be passed unnoticed
and yet ...
It's not as if no one could possibly understand
what I
was so obviously complained.
I was a little girl
map in hand dolls
Making paper
what others
couldn't possibly understand.
I suppose I have to close the box
vacant, without tapes
that seemed to be cast.
Rebuked my attitude
and measures of the loss.
I know I should be grateful
for memories held fast
but oh ...
all colors beautiful
When clipped
couldn't last.
About me:
Name: Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
Location: Hawaii, USA
Aloha! I am a figurative artist and Illustrator. If you check out my site, you will see that they are very prolific in oils. My paintings are collected around the world also sculpture, pictures available on request. I outlined for Hay House Inc.;Neil Davidson, who was considered for the Pulitzer Prize for feature writing; and many other publications. I also enjoy writing stories and poetry. all paintings, stories and poems written by me. Check out my site http://www.kathysart.com series "Walk On The Wild Side", including the painting of "Neon blue" is not on my site, but can be viewed on my blog: http://kathysartcom.blogspot.com/