Beatrix Ost – A Living Work of Art

New York in Winter, Artist Beatrix Ost

“To love is the best, most desirable reality,” she said, explaining her own dream. “Live your life as a piece of art.” She returned to the moment I first encountered her, walking through the new-fallen snow in Central Park like she had emerged from a fantastical theater set: “Walking in Central Park after Juno felt fresh and pure. Winter had arrived. There was no haste in people’s faces, nothing had to be done…everybody was where he wanted to be: in Central Park. When you approached me, I knew I was like a black and white photograph. You only needed to press down, and – click! I was there, like the park itself! Black and white!”

She told me a story about her own memories of snowstorms in the past. “My grandfather ventured into a snowstorm and sat down and wanted to die – but they rescued him – he was very angry being disrupted in his zest for eternity!” Ost herself seems to have a zest for eternity, although in a very different way – she makes herself eternal by passionately putting herself out into the world through her art.

New York in Winter, Artist Beatrix Ost by KIKE CALVO

Dreams of the World: One Dream a Time. This post is the latest in the series Dreams of the World, which profiles interesting people Kike meets during his travels.

Beatrix Ost is an artist, film and theater producer, designer, actress, and writer. She is originally from Germany, but I found her I her all the way across the world, in New York. Although she has accomplished a wealth of incredible things in her first 73 years of life, she shows no intention of stopping anytime soon. Even to set eyes on her is to be embraced by her vivid spirit. As she spoke to me, her words were as colorful and imaginative as the worlds into which she draws those who experience her work.


“To love is the best, most desirable reality,” she said, explaining her own dream. “Live your life as a piece of art.” She returned to the moment I first encountered her, walking through the new-fallen snow in Central Park like she had emerged from a fantastical theater set: “Walking in Central Park after Juno felt fresh and pure. Winter had arrived. There was no haste in people’s faces, nothing had to be —> Read More Here

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