www.katetimmermanartistpage.com

ARTIST STATEMENT

Currently I am working with
ideas reflecting on solitude and
the links to powerful aesthetic
experiences.

I wonder if Phoenicians who
seek solitude in the desert
preserves recognize the
relational network between the
fragility of the landscape and the
cultural and social stratification of
our city.

I am interested in work

that

is socially and

personally

transformative.

In the

last

several years

addition to mixed

media work,

I have

explored installation

work,

public art, and

collaborative

community

projects

with Free Arts for

Abused

Children

Arizona, Thomas

Pappas

School for

Homeless

outh,

Shemer Art Center,

Herberger Theater Center

Scottsdale Museum of

Contemporary Art,

and

Tempe Public Library

MEMBER
eye lounge contemporary art space
419 E. Roosevelt St.
Phoenix, Arizona 85004
kdtimmerman @yahoo.com
480.429.1143

KATE D. TIMMERMAN

ARTIST PAGE

selected recent mixed media works
utilizing, wax, pigment, plaster, wood,
steel, fibers, oil and acrylic.

Left: images from

IN SOLITUDE:
CREATIVITY, ANXIETY
AND WORK

solo exhibition at eye
lounge art space
December, 2005

www.eyelounge.com

Born in Syracuse, New York to devout Irish-Catholic parents
At age six saw a John Chamberlain abstract-expressionist
automobile parts sculpture
Asked parents for art lessons
Allowed to take art lessons at the Everson Museum of Art on the
condition that I take the bus (and make transfers) alone. As a
second grader I was sure I could manage.
In first grade, the nun refused to hang up my picture of a sailboat
because I used "too much red."
In second grade, Sister Annunciata informed me I drew houses the
"wrong way" and erased my work from the blackboard.
In fourth grade, I wore a costume and red beard to present my paper
on George B. Oglethorpe. I was the only student in costume that day.
Sister Benedict was silent.
In sixth grade, Sister Edwina threw my medieval castle project on the
floor because I had placed it on the wrong rack. I also fainted that
year at the blackboard as she berated me for not understanding
math. Math still frightens me.
In seventh grade, I broke my leg skateboarding and spent weeks
alone at home listening to music, reading and writing fiction.
In eighth grade, I plagiarized the Beatles song "Help" and turned it in
as my religion homework. I received an A.
My life outside of Catholic school was full of joyful, outdoor, tomboy
adventures with my pal Cathie Murray.
My life at home was full of chores as I was the second born of ten
children. I often hid in the attic with a book.
Comic books were forbidden in our home. I kept my comic books
under my mattress.
I often made up sins when I went to Confession.
In elementary school the nuns frequently encouraged us to confess
our impure thoughts to the priest. Lacking any further information, I
assumed impure thoughts must be about dirty underwear. I don't
recall ever telling a priest I had dirty underwear.
My early years continue to shape my work and interests.