Welcome to Donnas del Mundo, an amazing new art project from
Ose del Sol & Mugge Fischer, Grupo Artenovum.
Donnas del Mundo is not only a unique, exclusive and limited edition of reproductions printed on
canvas of the original hand painted Donnas, numbered and signed by the artist Ose del Sol, but as
well an exclusive line of Donnas. It is a concept of style and the taste for life.
The Donnas del Mundo is an ongoing journey into the beauty of art, each Donna with a special
touch reflecting the different cultures and mixtures inspired by the multitude of beauty that exists
and which we are so fortunate to enjoy every day. As an artist you do not necessarily have to go to
the other side of the world to be inspired. Sometimes the best inspiration is close by. The whole
idea for this collection has its out spring in the women, our female friends all with an intense,
unique and strong personality, which we have been so fortunate to meet and know in the
cosmopolitan area of Marbella, Southern Spain.
We would like to thank all the women who have given us the inspiration to carry out this project.
It is a tribute to all the women of the world
DONNA DE BUDAPEST
Story by Alessandro C. Della Morte
Her body structure, the profile of her
curves, the smoothness of her flesh.
Viciously voluptuous and smoothly
sensual at the same time, a truly
The changing tone of her flesh, of
her body, the magnificent brightness
of her skin, the perfect cut of her
face and her sinfully thick red hair,
a vigorous woman, filled with fire,
thirsty for life.
The souls of those who look at you,
all aroused by the sensation of
pleasure, ecstasy, adoration.
The sparkle, the vibration, the flow
of the colours, the surrounding
ambience which captures,
appeases the surfaces and merges
the tune of the tones – enough to
completely do without the content
values of this painting and instead
create profound and permanent
La Donna de Budapest!
Alessandro C. Della Morte,
CEO Dellart International Modern Art
DONNA DE DUBLIN
Story by Maria Bravo
Dim lights in the living room of the
castle... a big fireplace warming
every cold corner… the senior maid
talking with the Mother in the hall
way… no, my Lady, our Donna has
not eaten today either…
Sighs of a broken heart, wishes
leaving the air tainted with prints,
the Donna, walking from one end
of the room to the other…
It was my fault, I let myself get
carried away, I cannot stop
thinking about his staring eyes
penetrating me like two spears
piercing my soul… you know,
Mother, I always loved him, that
is the reason I let him go… the
reason I fell in to the arms of
another man. Tell me, Mother,
I need to hear you say that he
will come back to me, that I have
not lost him forever, that he
will forgive me…
Suddenly, the Donna de Dublin
awakens, covered in sweat,
with her husband sleeping next
to her. Her heart is beating to the
rhythm of the wind raging against
the windows and the foreboding
of having seen death up-close.
Sighing, she whispers to herself…
Thank God he still does not know…
Owner of MandA Events
Beverly Hills, California,
DONNA DE HARAJUKU
Story by Yamaia Fashiongyyrl
I was staring at my blank sketch pad
anxiously pacing the floor, with the
brightness of the morning sun and edgy
shadows from the high-rise buildings in
Tokyo. I was in a room filled with
colours, fine fabrics, buttons and
embellishments from all over the world.
Creativity, Uniqueness, Strength and
Vulnerability then flooded my every
thought and sense. Drawing me
towards the window so my eyes could
clearly see - and within the shadows
of the rising sun La Donna de Harajuku
She was the embodiment of all things:
Fashionable of the Past, yet had stability
of the Present and for the Future.
On this very morning, La Donna de
Harajuku had come to say: "Normality?
There's great Beauty and Honour in the
Mystery of Originality. Create from within.
Look beyond what you see."
"Yamaia? Your appointment is here."
I glanced quickly at my desk and
turned back to say to her "What am I?"
I stood there looking around, but the
vision of La Donna de Harajuku was
nowhere to be found.
"Yamaia?" "Yes, yes, Ofelia, send
them in." What had she meant?
I looked at my pad in sore disbelief,
and then like magic La Donna de
Harajuku was there, clothed in Colour
and sketched out in front of me!
Can you look beyond what you see?
Beauty! Strength! Originality!
Yamaia Fashiongyyrl, Designer
DONNA DE KILIMANJARO
Story by Shivani Mair
The first time I met Donna de Kilimanjaro
I heard a deep drumming beat that sent
vibrations through my heart.
She was but a black silhouette walking
towards me, in the heat of the rising sun.
Her warmth radiated from her, giving her
figure a soft blur, and yet I could see her
slender figure as she took strides toward
me, she was as graceful as a puma yet
oozed the femininity of Mother Earth.
As she, the warrior queen, a name I later
affectionately started to call her,
approached me, a tribal chant started
and the drumming increased. The beat
of my heart now beating
in time with the drums.
Although she said nothing,
her eyes said
“welcome to my home, you will be one
of us whilst you are here”.
Her eyes swirled with questions about
where I had come from, what were my
desires and my fears…but her humility
was a strength, for she asked nothing
and trusted I was there to learn about
her people, their fears and their dreams.
Shivani Mair, Life Coach and Presenter
DONNA DE KREMLIN
Story by Natasha Romanov
On my last visit to Moscow, my natal
city, with some of my friends I was
looking forward to a little sightseeing
showing them the city. Like any
normal tourists they also wanted to do
some shopping. So I took them to
GUM, an impressing building designed
in 1891 by Alexandr Pomerántsev.
I have been to the Red Square so
many times, but on this day my eyes
caught sight of something new.
A photo session just in the middle of
the square, and in the centre of attention,
I saw a tall blond girl, the Donna of
Kremlin. Stoic, amazingly beautiful, her
posture was as imperial as the eagles
of days gone by.
She was dressed in golden fabrics,
almost making the domes of the Saint
Basil Cathedral fade. Photographers &
make-up artists were fussing around
her. I was drawn by her charisma and
I had an urge to find out more about her.
I imagined her like a Matryoshka doll,
and wanted to open all the layers to find
the true soul of this beautiful woman.
My friends joined me, time stood still
and so did we, just looking at her.
Suddenly, the whole group stopped
working, and wrapped it all up. The
woman relaxed and got down from
her pedestal, the ivory tower ceased
to exist, and she was there, walking
towards me. In that instant I felt that
I knew her, the Donna of Kremlin, the
very essence of her life, her
childhood, her dreams, her family,
her heritage, art, culture and music.
Natasha Romanov, Singer
DONNA DE MANHATTAN
Story by David Schlakman
Even in New York City, a city of sky-
scrapers, her height makes her stand
out. A full 2.0 meters tall (the result of
long, shapely legs) Donna de
Manha-ttan is noticed everywhere
she goes. A glare from her piercing
blue eyes can be very intimidating,
especially to her opponents in the
Yes, Donna de Manhattan is an
attorney who prosecutes people
who are charged with crimes
You wouldn't know it to look at her,
dressed for a night in the New York
City clubs with a blue and black
feathered wrap framing her face,
but she is relentless in her pursuit
of justice on behalf of those who
can not protect themselves.
Beautiful and smart, she's committed
her professional life to helping those
less fortunate than she is. Donna
works hard (in fact, very hard) but
she also plays hard.
Yet a long night of dancing in the
nightclubs in her name-sake city
doesn't diminish her ardor for, or her
effectiveness at, putting people
who prey on children in jail.
Tough, cool and regal on the outside,
but with a heart of gold on the inside,
Donna de Manhattan stands tall.
Fundraising consultant to charities
Rowayton, Connecticut, United States
DONNA DE MARBELLA
Story by Jacqueline Campos
Have we met before?
I can read from the expression on your
face that we have. You might wonder
why I approach you like this, especially
considering the mysterious, glamorous,
even divine image you have always
had of me.
However, your idea of me is true, I was
born beautiful and through time I have
become one of the most beautiful of
them all. It is a virtue conceded to me
by Venus in exchange for being able
to love those around me unconditionally
and please them. Therefore, when you
look at me just as you do now I want
you to let me feel the butterflies in my
stomach as if for the first time, only like
that will I be able to disclose the reason
I was portrayed.
I would be grateful if you would let me
show you my sensuality and thereby
kiss you for your generosity.
And though they will tell you that I am
a strong and glowing woman, you will
hear me whisper that I actually long
for you every day.
I wish that you never stop looking
at me so that our intrigue never
vaporizes in the universe.
I am the Donna de Marbella
... please do not ever forget me.
Journalist and a friend
DONNA DE OLDENBURG
Story by Ilja Rep
Rumour has it that everyone who has
ever had the chance to take a bath in
the glorious sunshine of the Donna de
Oldenburg is touched by a profound
inspiration as well as an emotional satis-
faction. Her energy which supposedly
is always outward focused, combines
perfectly with her unique character
which appear to be mystique and
I do not believe in rumors, but this lady
intrigued me, and I had the most
profound urge to meet her and went
looking for her in her hometown.
I searched for her for what seemed
like an eternity and yet time passed
so quickly and suddenly she was there.
Just looking at her as she appeared
before my very eyes automatically
arose many questions and made me
wonder: Who is she really? What
does she want to tell me? Has she
anything to tell at all? Or does she
simply exist like the sun? But did
these questions really matter?
Sunshine is taken for granted as
nature's generous gift. By conveying
her you might conceive the true
meaning of joy and hope - as the
outcome of the inborn craving to give,
share and inspire others to embrace
their true greatness.
Her sun was shining - I was finally
taking my bath. So when you meet
the Donna de Oldenburg take your
time to really look behind the crystal
blue iris of her eyes and you will most
probably discover not only a peaceful
but also a vulnerable soul. I ask you;
please handle this beautiful creature,
the personalization of nature’s
sunshine, as carefully as it looks.
Ilja Rep, Writer & Coach
DONNA DE SALZBURGO
Story by María Paz Hurtado
One more business trip, however unlike
any other Salzburg, oh you beautiful city.
In a room just in front of the opera house,
in winter, with snow covered domes, a
truly spectacular image, frigid and lovely.
After an intense day at work with
meetings after meetings, in the afternoon
I finally get to go back to my room, just
to answer what seems like a thousands
e-mails, but just before continuing my
work I have a quick look out the window
and I see the beautiful façade, the nice
little windows which inspire me to
continue my work. Our eyes only meet
briefly but I can still remember her look,
dignified and pervasive which suddenly
appeared like a thunder storm.
The invisible threads that weave
together like the sound of music cover
her frozen face like an adagio,
ascending majestically one curve after
another. Her white hair like the feathers
of a swan fades into the sky, hiding the
wings of an angel, like silver threads
trying to catch the clouds. Her body
covered with delicate lines allows me
to see her skin as through stained glass,
and as the light enters the Donna de
Salzburgo appear before me, inside
the city´s opera house, looking out at
the snow through the window.
Her silhouette seems as if embroidered
in a silk cover moving in the wind.
She drifts away, like the clouds of a
thunder storm. Behind every museum,
every opera house, every building I
feel her presence.An unforgettable
dream? or a true encounter?
Oh Bella Donna!!
María Paz Hurtado
President, Hutesa Agroalimentaria, S.A.
Fuente de Piedra, Spain
DONNA DE SILICON VALLEY
Story by Erik Magnethi
My implants were desperately trying to
calm me down, releasing tranquilizers
and unsuccessfully trying to regulate
my pulse, but even these sophisticated
gadgets were helpless against the
oldest rush of them all: Love.
Finally, after all those years of online
relationship, online love, terabytes of
digital feelings and sensory exchange,
- here we stood, face to face, in the
real world with the danger of
disappointment, the sad truth about
how we all look in the real world;
a pale shadow of the online glory we
all prefer nowadays: Cyberspace.
Lately however, no matter how much
endorphin & aphrodisiac my implants
released I did not feel the same
satisfaction anymore - something had
changed. Call me old fashioned, but
I had to meet her, the Donna de
Silicon Valley, for real, for the first time
ever. My life was changed forever,
I realized nothing could ever replace
the real life inputs anymore, attraction
developed through billions of years,
first eye contact, pheromones, secret
smells we humans had long forgotten
were still doing their powerful magic:
Love. Mutual attraction, the desire to
bond, to belong, to mate, - the only
true purpose of life, to reproduce:
Evolution. As she moved toward
me pale and slender, gracefully and
elegant, time didn't exist anymore.
I was forever lost in her piercingly
sharp blue eyes, the look into those
eyes was to teeter on the brink of an
abyss. Her pale, flawless skin seemed
to almost glow in the dim light and for
a moment I wondered if I loved her
because she was beautiful or if she
simply was beautiful because I loved
her. I closed my eyes and I still saw
the beauty and I knew forever that
only one thing mattered: Love.
Erik Magnethi, Engineer
DONNA DE VALLADOLID
Story by Mugge Fischer
The first and only time I met La Donna
de Valladolid was in another century.
I was a shy but curious person, just
graduated from law school, filled with
joy and great expectations for the
future. I was sitting on a bench in a
park getting ready to light my
meerschaum pipe, when I caught the
first glimpse of her. She came walking
down an alley in the flower filled park,
with her broidered umbrella, which pro-
tected her fine skin from the burning
sun on this very hot day in July, the
5th of July to be exact. She instantly
mesmerized me with her beauty,
magnetism and her impeccable style.
Her head held high with a serene but
mysterious look in her eyes, she was
indeed a true lady. I had the sensation
that this lady had not always led an
easy and untroubled life, but I was
sure she had never lost her dignity;
undoubtedly it had been her
salvation many times.
While all these thoughts went through
my mind, she was suddenly right
beside me, looking at me with her hazel
brown eyes. For a moment I detected
a little smile, my heart started pounding,
and I could feel how I was blushing.
In this magical moment I felt my inner
dreams come true.
La Donna de Valladolid sat down beside
me on the bench. “Good afternoon Sir”.
Her voice like honey my heart melting.
This afternoon, La Donna de Valladolid
was mine at least for a moment.
We talked for a little while and then she
left, just as gracefully as she had arrived.
I never saw her again, but the memory
of her face would be with me forever.
Mugge Fischer, Artist
DONNA DE VARANASI
Story by Marie-Louise Stenild
Some years ago at the Triveni Sangam
in Allahabad, I was waiting for the sun
to rise when suddenly I heard the
chatting of a female voice, strong but
yet soft and sensual. She was walking
with her head held high and holding
an urn in front of her.
When she reached the riverfront she
emptied the urn into the Ganges, and
as she turned the first sun caught her
face and I was struck by the
mesmerizing beauty of her face.
Later on in the day I was walking
around the back allies of the bazaar
and suddenly froze as in front of me
the beautiful lady from this very
morning was looking at me from an
The owner of the gallery, a very old
man, came out and I asked him
curiously, who is she? The “Donna de
Varanasi” he replied, “my father
painted her when I was only a little boy”.
He continued and explained that the
Donna de Varanasi was the most
beautiful woman of her time with a
very strong will and married, unheard
of at the time, out of love.
What the old man said next gave me
the goose bumps; “Some people
claims that every first day of the lunar
year the spirit of Donna
de Varanasi is seen walking towards
the Triveni Sangam, to pour the ashes
of her beloved husband into the Ganges”.
I asked the old man,
what day it is today, and he replied:
“The first day of the lunar year……”
Marie-Louise Stenild, Lawyer
London, United Kingdom
DONNA DE VENEZIA
Story by Mapi Galan
The first time I saw her was in the
hubbub of the carnival, and though
camouflaged by masks, the herd,
eye masks, wigs, serpentines, tulle
skirts, she stood out, sparkling, with
a radiating silence, she did not
vanish, she did not mimic.
She was sparkling with desolate and
overwhelming sequins sewn into a
silk costume, like a beam of light.
I was struck by the magic of the water,
just like the city itself, she was
brimming with lushness, curved and
slim as a human gondola, perfect and
distant like a pagan goddess.
Her face was as if painted by a
renaissance master, her smile able to
compete with the smile of Mona Lisa.
I focused all my power on remembering
every little detail of this extraordinary,
magic, baroque and byzantine woman.
The Donna de Venezia seemed to
be drifting towards me and the speed
of her movements was different from
the crowd´s (converting the setting into
an oneiric connotation, like a daydream).
As she reached me I could smell her
perfume, she blinked at me. Her eyes
were a materialization of mystery and
her eyebrows resembled the necks
of two black swans.
She was as delicate as Murano glass
but strong as the Rialto Bridge.She
looked at me, she was about to say
something... but drifted away, this time
disappearing into the colorful crowd.
Since then I often ask myself if she
was just a figment of my imagination
created by the ancient energy of a
city submerged on one hand in its
own memory, on the other in
Mapi Galan, Actress
DONNA DE VERSAILLES
Story by Michel Soyer
She carries the name of a castle but
most of all, of the memories of a
remarkable King. The wetlands and
the work of the men, the incredible
talent of the genius minds of the
Baroque era, have created the
Palace envied by the entire world,
and of which she is the muse. Hidden
behind the curtains, disappearing in
the secret corridors destined for
affectionate encounters, in wrinkled
alpaca fabric, the Donna is the soul
of all the feasts, of all the bedrooms,
of all the secrets.
Being the ghost of the Palace, you
can sense her in the Royal Chapel,
in the Hercules Hall and in the Gallery
of Mirrors. But she is not visible; she
is the spirit of the castle, invoking
jealousy and gossip, drifting from
Queen to King, from Minister to Emperor,
from Courtier to Ambassador. Removing
the ribbons of the gala dresses to enable
the women to dance “le quadrille”,
blowing at the feathers of the gentle-
men´s hats when they lift them in
diplomatic salutation, making marks
from the red heels which squeak
across the vitreous parquet floor in
the ducal antechambers, the Donna
makes Versailles vibrate just like
the water fountains give life to the
gardens and is the source of energy,
gossip and light.
When the violas go silent and the halls
are empty she slides over the carpets
in between the chandeliers; thanks to
her the castle is forgotten in a dream
but it never ever sleeps.
President du Bal de Paris,
DONNA DE XIAN
Story by Patricia Nahmad
It was a warm and humid summer day
in the city of Xian. While walking she
looked at the surrounding fertile plains
filled with rivers and streams.
She was attractive and elegant
but at the same time gifted
and strong, she was powerful and she
loved her country and her people.
On the way back to her beautiful villa;
a grand pagoda surrounded by green
plains, she dreamed of converting Xian
into the most important place in the
country, into the capital of the Empire.
That same afternoon she had invited a
group of her aristocratic friends over
for tea which would be served in the
majestic garden of her house.
The table was set with the same
elegance that characterized her as a
person; beautiful porcelain from the
Ming dynasty and exotic newly cut
flowers giving the air a heavenly scent.
Together with the afternoon breeze
elegant ladies started arriving to share
the afternoon tea with her, while an
immaculate maid served the delightful
tea from a beautiful tea pot out of blue
and white porcelain. But suddenly
something magic happened, a cocoon
fell from one of the flowers and landed
in the cup of the Donna of Xian.
When she tried to remove the cocoon,
it slid between her fingers and changed
into a long, shining and soft filament.
Letting go of her surprise she saw that
what she finally had in her hands was
the treasure she would give to her
beloved city to make it the capital of
the Empire. The treasure was a thread
of silk, a thread that would be used to
weave a powerful industry and bring
attention and admiration from all over
the world. She named the road that
connected her city with the rest of
the world The Silk Route and as a
symbol of authority and defense 7,000
warrior and horse figures in real size
were made out of terracotta making
everyone respect the entrance to
the city. She was loved and worship-
ped by her people…
she was the Donna de Xian!
Director of Showroom Nahmad
DONNA DE COPENHAGUE
Story by Dario Poli
She came in the darkness of the night,
her stunning red hair flowing spectacu-
larly in the air. Unable to resist her invi-
sible power, I overcame any reservations
I had at the arrival of this vision of
mysterious loveliness, to awaken me
from my sleep. I called out to her; she
smiled and took my hand firmly in hers.
There was no need for words, as she
communicated to me through my mind.
Leading me behind her, we rose gently
upwards into the cool night air. I was
surprised and astonished as I was rising
higher, but had no fear at all.
Exhilarated beyond compare, and
feeling as light as a feather; my
thoughts were no longer that of a normal
person, but I was now a part of a
universal world of understanding.
I saw the countryside far below me and
then the outline of a coastline became
visible, as the bright moonlight cast it’s
powerful rays across the wide seascape.
I sensed we were close to Zealand the
island of the ancient vikings, which
according to the Norse mythology was
created by the goddess Gefion.
Lying alone on the banks of the sea;
with the sounds of the water flooding
my mind and the taste of salt carried
by the waves pervading the air, a faint
memory of this exact moment from
aeons ago, swiftly came to me and
vanished into the Nordic ether.
I felt a long tender kiss on my lips and
without opening my eyes, I whispered.
“Who are you?”
“Son of Tuscany, do you not recall
your long lost love?
La Donna de Copenhague?”
Dario Poli, Artist, Author and Composer
DONNA DE PARIS
Story by Gilles Bonan
Dancing through the streets, humming the song by Gershwin“I love París...", she was heading for one of her favoriteplaces dressed fashionably in the colours of the drapeau tricolore.
She always went there whenever she had the time- Le Tour Eiffel.
Ever since her grandfather had taken herthere for the first time when she was a child, telling her about the history of the tower, she had always had this special feeling when visiting the tower.
She remembered going up to the third level, standing in the apartment that was earlier reserved for Gustave Eiffel to entertain his guest, just looking from high above at herbeloved city.
She could see Sacre Coeur, Notre Dame deParis, and Montparnasse, all the emblematic buildings,the bridges – indeed an amazing view.
Up here she felt free, inspired and proud of her city.
Paris, The City of Lights, her home.
Upon leaving the tower, like always she looked back one last time, remembering her grandfather, sending him a kiss.
Running along the boulevards to arrive in time to meet herfriends at Maxim´s.
Donna de Paris was in love, she had always been in love with her city.
Either high above or beingjust in the city centre hearing the sounds and feeling thesoul of the city. Just when she was about to enter RueRoyale, she heard someone whistle.
She turned slightly, and saw two men smiling at her.
She smiled back, her way of thanking them for the compliment, she wasused to this. She knew she was beautiful, her grandfatherhad told her so, she was the Donna de Paris, fascinating, just like her city of lights.
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Every time I stand in front of an empty canvas, and is about to paint another Donna, I prepare myself to the-emotional feeling of creating yet another new work of art in accordance with the following:
The style is based on the Donna Lisa Gherardini by Da Vinci, using pictorial styles employed through history: Renaissance, Mannerism, the School of Flamenco, Baroque, Rococo,
Neoclassicism, Romanticism, Realism,Impressionism, Surrealism, etc.
My objective of the paintings is to embody these Donnas in a particular place (cities or situations) and time. In order to unite and demonstrate the collection as a whole, the focus of
every painting is put on the eyes, giving less focus to the rest of the painting, which is blurred and diffused using the “sfumato” style.
The concept of these paintings is the representation of the magic of the Donnas del Mundo, all special, enigmatic and unique women.
Mugge and I wish to thank all the people who have written the beautiful stories about the Donnas.
We are eternally grateful. In our universe; you are the Godmothers and Godfathers of the Donnas del Mundo.
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