'Fantasy Fairies & The Masks They Wear"

"The Mask"

"I treasure it all dear Wind, my host; the angels; fantasy fairies in a fairy tale story. I lift the barriers from my own self and accept that the thorns have past." And with that the artist fairy in me left her mistakes with the keeper of masks.

The Wind rushed in and covered my view. He spoke with the eloquence of the king he was.

"In everything you do, in every fairy tale story without remiss accept your self anew." And the Wind had never felt more gentle.

"The Mask" pulls at my heart and lingers there with my conscience, must I suffer so? Fantasy art of exotic women, a fairy tale story or a mermaid made real lead me to gardens of comfort. I see angels covering me. "The Mask" is a painting that I did that speaks to what is past and repentance is mine...

It is a prayer of sorts:

"Dear angels speak to moons that meet me without forgiveness and let me feel the brighter day. Hold me close so I can feel your beating heart. See me not as I was but who I long to be. Cover my mouth lest I fail to speak the right words. Cover my eyes lest I fail to accept the vision of hope before me. Cover my ears lest I fail to hear that I am whole once again. Cover me with the warmth of your holy blanket "

A fairy tale story is not a tale at all, it is an angels gift of mist on roses tied with ribbons that they left for me inside a beautiful wooden box. It is the gift of rising up and seeing myself free like a long lost friend that I have missed. There is no reward in holding regret for mistakes forever. I turn and pick up the wooden box once again. I had forgotten how beautiful it's contents were. Lifting the lid to my surprise under a satin pillow lie the gifts still inside. This is of course a gift for you as well for the Wind and fairies in art have never felt more gentle.

The Art of Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
figurative art