Kate Burnley

-------------------------------------------------------------------
Every time I get in the shower I smell you
in my skin and I can't wait to wash you off.
-------------------------------------------------------------------

Kate Burnley is a good friend of mine and she has always impressed me because she was one of those photography majors who had big enough balls to do something other than just take pictures. She is a very good writer, talented photographer and her series The Loneliness of Fairy Tales marries many of her talents into one very intriguing body of work.

The Loneliness of Fairy Tales is the aesthetic product of Kate's written thoughts. She created each entry as a still life; only existing to be photographed. The entries are not dependent on the illustration and the illustration is not dependent on the text.

Content-wise, each piece is deliciously bitter with a hint of witty cynicism. They remain dark and yet somewhat comical; but what seals the deal is that each is a vignette into a different moment in her life. As a viewer I feel almost unsettled knowing that I could be reading her journal, reading entries that won't allow me to create a visual in my head because there is one created for me already and I'm looking at it. The tension created between the image and the text is such that even though she does no intend them to depend on one another, they do inform each other and create a segway into any other feelings that may not have been expressed in the writing.

Formally the work is done very well. It is nice to see that they are not all necessarily collages but rather, there are subtle variations in media and craft. Eventually it is all tied into a cohesive body by being photographed a printed.

Check out Kate's website here.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I think I must, and with no pun intended, kill that mocking bird.
I am convinced it is mad and will live a much better life when dead.
Or am I referring to myself?
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------


----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
There are a variety of people I should cut out of my life. This means
either being cruel or giving up years of friendship
and love. Is that
possible? Or do these people feel nothing
for the connections between
us. Familiarity breeds...
hatred and bitter feelings.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I am no longer interested in parties and for the sake of others I wish I
was. I just feel like an alcoholic. I'm far
happier with this pen and paper.
At least I can think
more rationally when the world is falling down.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------