Tiny Angels & Fairy Dwellings
Welcome to my Tiny Angel World
Tiny angels are everywhere you dream they are and everywhere you need them to be. They watch over you with loving care and protect you from the shadows of life. Just when you think you are alone in a crisis, take heart because you are not alone. Tiny angels flutter around you like a thousand and one butterflies. Here then on this lens is a lovely array of them as well as a couple of my poems about angels. I write, paint and sculpt things with wings: tiny angels, fairies, women with wings so that flight might take them ore and they become birds. My artwork is about birds, fairies, angels, butterflies, just about anything with wings. I feel comfort in the idea of wings knowing that anything is possible and at any moment we can all take flight, both metaphorically and in reality. All we need to is decide on it, that flight and beauty are as close or as far away as we dream or cease dreaming. It is up to us, up to me and up to YOU.
I fell in love with the whole idea of making fairy dwellings in the yard some time ago too. It is the sweetest thing to see little houses made from organic material. like tree bark and rocks and leaves for beds. There are also many places to buy cute little fairy furniture too. All so dear.. tiny angels would approve.
One of my poems that fits this well is:
One Winged Angels Meet The Light, Tiny Angels Sigh
There's a sail that meets the storm.
There's a cure to the other side.
There's a melody I sing
when I feel lonely.
There's a cure to this fine line.
There's a song I fall back on.
Sweet fairy in the dark
breathe on me.
Play the violin
musical musician begin
I draw their note
and I dance to their melody.
I step out and hold that bar.
The song seems so holy.
I release the mocking bird.
I've seen that movie.
I stand for good when I can.
I fold the meadow in the land
when I feel lonely.
I ride the white horse
black, brown and red.
My unicorn wears a mask.
I melt my journey when undefined.
I melt this diary at times.
One winged angels meet the light
begging for forgiveness.
Struggling toward the moonlit pathway
charming snakes
that block my fragile resolve.
Weigh the tiny angels smoke
measure moments that dissolved
past...
at last.
These eyes did not find that line.
Earned, learned choices
are not always defined
enough
to accept reasonable resolutions.
Fairies in art
I color.
Dragons awake sometimes
stand up to demons
yours and mine
contemplate patterns
inspect their secrets
hope for revelations
hope for the best.
Claustrophobic
tongues of fire
Breathe past my breath
demands its own answers.
Holds a trial
convicts its unicorn of sorrow.
I hold on
remember every word
to those old songs.
No Dragon
no white horse
no zebras without stripes
no lions roar
...or do I hear them all?
By: Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
copyright 2011
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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TURN ON the MUSIC
WELCOME... TURN ON THE MUSIC for a bit of ambiance as you visit my lens. That is Enya singing of course. You can purchase her CD's below.. yay.
Fairy Houses and Dwellings .. Furnishings
This Journey Called Life, My New Years Resolutions
There are soo MANY glorious ornaments to hang on your tree that are wing related. I love the idea of an all white tree that has only white ornaments... maybe a tad of gold or silver? In the background is the music of the holiday. This coming year we also create New Years Resolutions.. this poem below has a lot to do with that.
This Journey Called Life, My New Years Resolutions
This journey
life its called
this karma free for all
back and forth a saviors hell
attempts to speak to tiny angels.
In the lore
place mats on my table
protect the meal from wear.
Understood circumferences
worn
back and forth
never ends.
Perhaps that's the plan after all?
I write my journey
keep track of all those notes.
Plans for the future
watch ocean tides
chances for revival
blossoms on a tree.
I see tomorrow and me.
I spread my wings
fairy dust does coat each stroke
miracles tied
ever so cleverly
with a shipping vessels ropes.
Pelted with regret at times
undefined
yet
meeting too much definition.
Keep it still
float that boat
lift up my sail
bitter past
bitter note.
Lift up that sail
now, tomorrow and me.
Tiny angels that bleed
Angels never used to fall.
One fairy stood her ground
she stayed for me.
Gathered ideas
posted their lessons
weighed claims.
Rolled up useless
stored it anyway.
Each trial she met
an architects drawing
have to understand perspective
or buildings will fail.
I feel the edges
I scream that dream
so I can hear it.
Decode its secrets.
Five bottles left
they contain my rhythm
define the borders
at all cost.
Past rules and decisions
I define my fate.
If I don't watch myself
I will walk all over
stomp in the ground
that designated pathway
without a humble sound.
Hope in the seeing
sameness as an enemy
dig out those worn down pathways
dusty plans
redesign their voices
hear them clear
and every single day
reject their fading dots.
By: Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
copyright 2011
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THE IMAGE IS OF MY SCULPTURE "BLEEDING WINGS 6"
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Fairy Dwellings
Fairy houses
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Enya
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Fairies Watching Ore
Hang them from the ceiling, or at your entryway. They make lovely guardians.
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