Art of Exotic Women

Passion and Seduction

2009-07-12T12:10:00.000-07:00

"Seduction" 24x36 oil on canvas

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I am a HUGE fan of So You Think You Can Dance.

Passion... be our guide!

Kayla & Kupono - (Sara Bareillis) Gravity SYTYCD

A contemporary dance choreographed by Mia Michaels for Kayla & Kupono.

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2007-03-18T13:36:00.000-07:00

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Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
"The Lei Giver" 24x48 oil on canvas

"My Muse, My Captain, My Elusive Mentor"

I consider you to be my prison
as if every breath wore a bell
tied to a circumstance
never to be forgotten.

I sit in a garden
under my umbrella
creating music from the rain.
I hear your whispered greetings
soft but clear.
My mind traveled spaces
to interrupt you.
How do I find my place?
How do I continue on?

I handed you a petal
white with lavender edges
I am so very far away from holy.
I am not the unicorn nor pegasus
that I described in all my musings.
I stumbled on all the stars
they are not mine
and yet
I miss them so
and listen for their breathing.

At midnight I am still awake.
I hear you.
I take in all your sacrificial offerings
sift out my own impurities
feel the sadness
of not realizing them before
not wrapping up hope
and protecting it there
amidst the shadows.

In many ways I do not love you.
You must not be surprised
it comes from years of self
seeing ones own image
studying it
defining it
hoping for the best
waking up disappointed.

Legends
I feel them.
You simply do not fit.
You insist on being unique.
I follow
and find my own circumference
intrigued
yet never measuring up.

There you are
in the rain
not sharing my shelter
I guess you do not need it like I do.

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
18 March 2007

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2007-02-03T12:17:00.000-08:00

"Kathy Ostman-Magnusen on the Silver Strand"

ABOUT Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

I paint and sculpt female fantasy art and map faery tale adventures.

I dream of , whimsical angel pictures, legends of mermaids and fairies in art. Tiny angels whisper fantasy art, these innocent angels guide me. I also paint fantasy art of exotic women

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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.

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2007-01-28T11:50:00.000-08:00

I got the word from Robert Hogge from Monkdogz Urban Art in Chelsea about my New York show yesterday! YAY!

The show will be called "Damez" and will be an all woman show with women from all around the world. There will be around 7 of us. The show is set for April 26th- June 2nd, 2007. Opening night April 26th.

YAY!! I also have a "One Woman Show" in April at Wailoa State Building in Hilo. Wow! I better get to my painting for the day!

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Thank you too for your inclusion of my website and offer of free gifts. Legends of Mermaids, Fantasy Fairies, Goddess Art along with a Letter from the Tooth Fairy Dallyanna.

YES! I know her by name. She brings me wonderful teas and stephanotis from the mountains of Africa. We chat for hours of her many adventures.

My website tells the story of creative adventure... it goes along with the images that I painted. It is all about the search for self and our acceptance of who we are and who we hope to be.

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Paintings of Exotic Lap Dancing and Visions of Pole Dancers Line My Walls

2006-12-17T18:40:00.000-08:00

Paintings of Exotic Lap Dancing and Visions of Pole Dancers Line My Walls

Paintings of exotic lap dancing and visions of pole dancers line my walls. I keep them in my bedroom and offer private showings. They are a series of really very tame paintings, that none the less could not be presented in the local mall.

I wonder what it is about the subject of erotica that drives people wild in the negative sense. Call me naive I guess, but it is not as if most people haven't experienced certain things by a certain age, is it?

I was at a mall a few years ago doing a craft show with a pottery line I was making back then. I had brought in one of my paintings to do some touch ups before taking it to a nearby gallery. It was a very tame painting of a woman underwater. She had a white silk like fabric covering everything one might object to. Not one of the three areas your mind is thinking of showed. Her hands were tightly closed around the fabric and fish were placed in the painting to suggest that she was underwater. The painting was all in golden tones. Her head was turned back and yes indeed I guess she did show pleasure on her face.

I did not have the painting on an easel, I merely leaned it against the table I had my bags and change box under. I had it there maybe 1/2 hour. A man approached me looking quite upset.

"You shouldn't have that painting in here!' he hastily declared.

I looked at him stunned and perplexed at the same time. "Why, What's the matter?" I said thinking perhaps he was complaining about the fumes from my oil paints. I would certainly understand that.

"There is a Christian book store right over there! " he said pointing his shaking finger in the direction of the store he worried about.

Yes, there is was, not more than 300 yards away from me. Still it was not as if I had an exotic lap dancer or pole dancer in my painting. There was nothing showing as I mentioned. Finally I answered his protest with, "I don't understand, what is it that you think you are seeing?"

"Well, well... well," he sputtered and spun. He then looked at me as if to ask for help in answering my own question.

"There is 'nothing' there to see, what IS IT that you think you are seeing," I said finally.

He could not answer. I could have helped him along I guess. I could have told him that what he feared was the 'emotion' of sex. He also could have admitted it. We could have talked about it in a grown up and sensible way. That is of course what it was. He feared the emotion that showed on the woman's face.

Why? What is it that he feared so much? Did he think a child would have understood the 'look' on the woman's face? Was it that people going into the Christian book store had never had that look on their own face? Or was it that he feared the look was not allowed on his?

I only offer food for thought because we should all understand 'why' we feel embarrassed or opinionated about what we say we object to.

If you have never read and followed through with the lessons in the book, "How To Think Like Leonardo da Vinci, you should. We should all take the time to know why we think the way we do and how to back up those feelings no matter what they are. Understand yourself.

If you are a very conservative person who is reading this right now, I know you are thinking I have missed what feels obvious to you. I don't. I do understand that sometimes it is not the place or time for some things. But I also censor back the belief that some things are in fact normal and not to be feared. We fear what is inside our own heads and hearts sometimes. I only say we need to know why. Why is not a dirty word.

Granted, perhaps the mall was not the best place to finish up the work needed on my somewhat erotic painting. I concur. Yet it is still funny to me to this day that nothing was showing, it was all just about a look on the woman's face.

I do paint paintings that most assuredly will never find their way into the local mall, fantasy art of exotic women. Exotic lap dancers and visions of pole dancers and looks that would make that man in the mall go crazy. I have to question it to this day, not whether they should be in a mall or not, but their right to exist and my freedom to paint them in this ever so censored society.

Pleasure and Lust In Painting My Passions

2006-12-16T12:54:00.000-08:00

Without passion there is no air for the artist to breath.I slaughter the ruins you so easily left weeping. I ended their misery... and later on today I will paint it all.

"Pleasure and Lust In Painting My Passions, I Am A Raptor, A Dove, A Witches Brew"

PASSION
an enemy at times
and yet
my best friend.

TALENT IS PASSION
and DESIRE...
the rest is practice.
Without passion
there is no air
for the artist to breath.

Fantasy lovers
believers in fairies
even witches brew
whimsical angel
art lovers
lovers of poetry
and legends of mermaids
believers of the impossible
being possible...
come my way.
Let me inhale your motivations.

The Stage...
Music fills the air
rattles the walls
coats the moisture of my breath.
Bring it to me
open my road
let me drink the paint
and sleep on my lovers floor.
Let me feel the chaos.
Music lifts me into space
light and energy
I feel just like a raptor.
I circle my prey.

Inside of me
begins
like a circle
adventure
I must pursue it.
I will not falter.

Intentions
I become covered
salt licks my wounds
yet
I survive.

Breathing
I feel like a vulture
I embrace it in the dark
My wings
burn.

I glean from graceful doves
I hold my own contempt
find its faults
turn my back on evil
then post them on my shadow
once again.

I blast past condemnation
I real and set my mark.
You will not bring me sorrow
I reject all letters and calls.
I employ doves of recovery
they smile
toast the stains
weapons I deliver
my eyes see.

You
do not set my stage.
You never understood.
Funny now
if I want it to be.
Those memories
see?

Everything culminates in a puddle now
I bath in it.
I welcome its painful pleasure.

Who I'd like to meet?
Me without all those plastic petals.

I set free
I open my arms
I fill the air with music
my muse
my comfort
my prey.
I seize all possibility
bind it so it cannot run
despite what you say.

I slaughter the ruins
you so easily left weeping
I ended their misery.
I cut their ties.
I melted their moans
in a big black pot
I set up in my back yard.

Pleasure
such a frail fellow
but in the hallway
pressing forward
he becomes the wings
I hastily forget
at times
to measure.

This storm
this cloudy day
this temptress past my control
at times
mine none the less.
So I will shelter her
watch her moan
tie up her shadow
rip her gown to shreds
reject all pitiful circumstances
take them back
and pin them to the wall.

and later on today
I will paint it all.

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
18 December 2006

"Seduction ll" Monkdogz

2006-04-11T15:08:00.000-07:00

"Seduction ll"
30x40 oil on canvas

note: I show this painting on my website as being part of the "Cosmopolitan Series" ... while I feel any cosmopolitan soul would feel the seduction... It will probably be added to my "Erotica Series".

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"The Light"

2006-02-08T10:32:00.000-08:00

"The Light" 48x36 oil on canvas

Personally I don't consider this painting to be erotic. I post it here because she does not fit in any other series and she is nude. Erotica is subjective. For some it may take a lot to excite them while for others this may be over the top. I only know that I was asked on several occations during a one woman show that hung for some months to take it down during some functions. At first I complied but later refused. It was rediculous. No one was seeing anything they had not seen before. It was not like my "Pole Dancer" or "Lap Dancer", of which I could possibly understand.

"Fish Time"

2005-11-25T16:39:00.000-08:00

"Fish Time" 48x24 oil on canvas

I had this painting at a mall once, along with "Clowns Around" (shown below). This man came up to me and told me I should not have it displayed.
"Why?" I said.
"Because there is a Christian book store right over there!" as he pointed down the hallway of the mall in it's direction.
"What is it that you think you are seeing? I replied.
He got all in a huff and looked at the painting prepared to tell me. He looked and looked. No bare breasts even... it was the 'emotion' he feared that was within his own self that made him feel uncomfortable. He finally shrugged his shoulders, gave me a glare and walked away.

Too bad people don't stand up against violence like they sex.

"Clowns Around:

2005-11-22T18:23:00.000-08:00

"Clowns Around" 48x24 oil on canvas

She could be anywhere but she is not... she is underwater... almost a mermaid.

"Sexuality'

2005-11-21T11:49:00.000-08:00

"Sexuality" 24x48 oil on canvas

A collage of feelings, strong, protective, elusive and most defiantly erotic.

"Pole Dancer"

2005-11-20T12:09:00.000-08:00

"Pole Dancer" 48x36 oil on canvas

Men love her eyes! Men love this painting; 'women should take note. It is the whole mood of this painting that excites men. Having asked them, they do tend to focus on the eyes because of the mood of seduction. This is one of those raw emotions we run from. The kind of woman we claim to know exist but in no way relate to. Hummm.

"Lap Dancer"

2005-11-19T16:25:00.000-08:00

"Lap Dancer" 48x36 oil on canvas

I have this painting in my bedroom along with three other of my erotica paintings. I painted this with total abandon. I sloshed paint in the turpentine then into glogs of color.. it all felt like a magnificent fever! From that point on I started painting other erotica painting in the same style.