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If Bukowski ate her brain

Kate is a brilliant artist who initially spent years studying dance and hanging about in theatres and art centres.  Thankfully, a friend who kept asking why she didn’t concentrate more on the pictures she created, gave her a kick up the backside, handed her a camera and said ‘I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you need to be an artist.’  Kate stopped dithering, stopped doubting, and began seriously creating.

With a raw, unapologetic gift of understanding form, line, and colour, Kate makes dramatic large scale photo collages out of small environments that she builds in 3D.

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A PASSION FOR PENITENCE
Being a non writer with something to say
if Bukowski ate my brain

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    Chef 2019

    "Fuck the food, I thought, this was a game and it didn’t involve chicken thighs! And, according to this geezer, if you rub garlic on the inside of an oven dish before you put the pasta bake in, well it becomes more than a potted spagbol with toasted cheese on top …it becomes MANFOOD. "

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    Chef 2019

    Made in a small Pyrex kitchen bowl, rather like a summer fruits pudding and without glue, this work is based on an evening I spent watching a cooking programme on the telly with my friend Sue)

    Sue and I were watching a cookery programme, which was a very satisfactory pastime when you had a tea towel and a spectacular home made curry sat on your lap. A famous male chef (or peacock) and a female cookery writer (or nice to look at skivvie) had taken on the task of teaching us thicko‘s (the viewers) how to make a pasta bake.

    Fuck the food, I thought, this was a game and it didn’t involve chicken thighs! And, according to this geezer, if you rub garlic on the inside of an oven dish before you put the pasta bake in, well it becomes more than a potted spagbol with toasted cheese on top …it becomes MANFOOD. I don’t know many people that would have time for carrying out the sort of crap, that you wouldn’t be able to taste once it was cooked.

    I was eating a spectacular piece of curried chicken, that was spectacular but not MANFOOD. Sue would have thrown me out of her house if I had decided to treat the chicken to a half hour sports massage before it was cooked. Suddenly, Sue said,‘I wonder what they are both thinking?…I mean it’s just a fucking pasta bake.’ I chuckled while deciding whether to run my finger round my plate or to use some garlic nan to finish off a particularly fork resistant potion of tadka dal. I chose the nan and answered with my mouth full saying, Well, if you want my opinion, she‘s thinking Do I look good in this skirt?. Sue laughed and her plate wobbled. Then she piped up..…’Yeah! And he’s thinking…Never mind the skirt love, when are you going to put those cherry red lips around me nob!.

    ‘A man can go seventy years without a piece ass, but he can die in a week without a bowel movement’.

    -Charles Bukowski.

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      A Foolish Consistency is the Hobgoblin of Little Minds (2019)

      I remember staring at her, my critic, trying to feel shame, anger or maybe guilt but none came. Instead, I felt my fool smile to itself. It had no regrets because it was a creature of no apology. So I mentally digested her words and shrugged, grateful that my fool was the reason why I was an artist and why over the years I had developed a very thick skin.

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      A Foolish Consistency is the Hobgoblin of Little Minds (2019)

      She likened me to a fool, not once but twice. And maybe I was. I had more debt than I had money, I shut up more than I spoke out and I was easily distracted and lazy by nature.

      I remember staring at her, my critic, trying to feel shame, anger or maybe guilt but none came. Instead, I felt my fool smile to itself. It had no regrets because it was a creature of no apology. So I mentally digested her words and shrugged, grateful that my fool was the reason why I was an artist and why over the years I had developed a very thick skin.

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        Monkey-47 (2019)

        My utopia would be me, alone, with maybe some pets, on the set of Logan’s run, sat drinking my favourite gin ( monkey 47) and tonic with lots of ice and a slice of grapefruit in the glass. Cheers!

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        Monkey-47 (2019)

        I have always been able to visualise myself living on the set of the 1976 film, Logan’s Run. I’m not a fan of the films plot because everyone over the age of 30 is culled and that is a monstrous dystopian idea. However, my dislike of the storyline bypasses any genocide outrage and actually stems from knowing that I simply wouldn’t cope very well being surrounded by all those unbearably full of themselves, idealistic twenty-somethings. I was such a pain in my own ass at that age, that the thought of reliving it or watching others live it, makes me nauseous.

        My utopia would be me, alone, with maybe some pets, on the set of Logan’s run, sat drinking my favourite gin ( monkey 47) and tonic with lots of ice and a slice of grapefruit in the glass. Cheers!

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          Eyes (2019)

          This work captures those moments, where the freedom of finding the unexpected and unusual around the next corner or through the next door is not questioned, and accepted as normal by the child.

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          Eyes (2019)

          As a child I spent many hours exploring the nooks and crannies of theatres, art centres and sports centres. I often used the ruse of needing the toilet or water in order to lose the accompanying adult or older child.
          This work captures those moments, where the freedom of finding the unexpected and unusual around the next corner or through the next door is not questioned, and accepted as normal by the child.
          When I look back at these experiences as the adult me, I realise I saw many things that were not what they seemed.

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            Tank (2019)

            Tank appeals to all the Artists that I know because according to them this work balances all the elements that you find in art, i.e. line, colour, shape, space, value, form and texture. What intrigues me is if the consensus about Tank is true, then how was something so balanced created in all that domestic chaos.

            Tank - Kate Finn Art 2019

            Tank (2019)

            My 6ft by 4ft art space had gotten a little out of hand and insidiously spread into the bedroom side of my room. This in turn was drowning in clothes to iron, fold and put away, paperwork and coffee cups. I needed to tidy up, but at that moment I really couldn’t be bothered. So I let my creative mood take over and made this piece on my bedside table, while sitting in bed listening to ‘a book at bedtime’, on radio 4.

            Tank appeals to all the Artists that I know because according to them this work balances all the elements that you find in art, i.e. line, colour, shape, space, value, form and texture. What intrigues me is if the consensus about Tank is true, then how was something so balanced created in all that domestic chaos.

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              Muse (2019)

              I really love this piece. I think it’s good. But my muse hates it because she’s in it. Should I apologise? Nah...I’m too old and selfish to care what anyone else thinks. I mean who has time for that! And anyway it’s too late to change it now cos the glue is already dry.

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              Muse (2019)

              I really love this piece. I think it’s good. But my muse hates it because she’s in it.
              Should I apologise? Nah…I’m too old and selfish to care what anyone else thinks. I mean who has time for that! And anyway it’s too late to change it now cos the glue is already dry.

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                Mine (2019)

                I wanted to let rip, speak my truth, but I held it all in and focused on all the drama and the consequences that would ensue if I did react. So I let it go and I took the higher road of silence. One that in my opinion is a pissy pot holed road which when taken often leaves you feeling bitter, grumpy and wanting to smash things.

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                Mine (2019)

                I was frustrated when I made this piece. Angry about a certain persons passive aggressive behaviour towards me. The target of my anger will never ever know how much they pissed me off. I wanted to let rip, speak my truth, but I held it all in and focused on all the drama and the consequences that would ensue if I did react. So I let it go and I took the higher road of silence. One that in my opinion is a pissy pot holed road which when taken often leaves you feeling bitter, grumpy and wanting to smash things.

                I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that in this instance their manipulative, jealous, behaviour stuck in my craw. So I sat down, got my glue and scissors out, picked up a book on communist buildings and created this piece.

                All I can say is, that it brings a smile to my face when I imagine the Brutalist architectural concrete that cuts through the centre of the work, shoved up their condescending arse.

                The fuckers. There, I feel better. God-damned human race. There, I feel better.
                ― Charles Bukowski, The Captain is Out to Lunch and the Sailors Have Taken Over the Ship

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                  Samhain (2019)

                  It was a place where an ancient tree grew surrounded by the offerings from those in search of a cure for their woes and protection from their foes.

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                  Samhain (2019)

                  It was a place where an ancient tree grew surrounded by the offerings from those in search of a cure for their woes and protection from their foes.

                  I drove a single toxic copper coin into its bark, a ritual to ask the universe to absorb all of my disease and to provide a solution to the what ifs and why nots of my existence.
                  I’m still waiting.

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                  Damn, They Missed

                  I was in heaven. Hog heaven...with cheese on top. He was away for 5 weeks in South America snowboarding, which meant that technically, I was on holiday from him.

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                  Damn, They Missed

                  I was in heaven. Hog heaven…with cheese on top. He was away for 5 weeks in South America snowboarding, which meant that technically, I was on holiday from him.

                  It was a few days into my respite when I began to appreciate what feeling good felt like; I wasn’t tired all the time, being talked at, reminded of my many faults or told how amazing and clever he was. I felt relaxed and at peace for the first time in over a decade. The fact that I felt so much better without him suggested that I was tethered to someone that I couldn’t actually stand.
                  Two and a half weeks had passed when my peaceful holiday at home was interrupted by a 3am phone call -from him. There had been an armed robbery at the hostel where he was staying and although he had escaped injury he was understandably shaken up by the whole course of events.
                  I listened to the story, made soothing reassuring responses and empathised as I was expected too, while the whole time the sentence, DAMN they missed! was like a litany on loop, playing inside my head. I then spent the next twenty minutes trying to convince him that he should stay and carry on with his vacation…without success…bitch.


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                  Papua Hawaii (2019)

                  This picture celebrates all the lies that I have ever told about my vacations when at the hairdressers.

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                  Papua Hawaii (2019)

                  This picture celebrates all the lies that I have ever told about my vacations when at the hairdressers.

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