Healing through Creativity

To save people from suicide abolish parents. Have loving community to bring up children! Hell by Cat the Artist © 2024

I know a few parents who are good but that's not enough.

I was watching a YouTube documentary on Salvador Dali & he was commissioned to do an art work about Hell. In a flash of brilliance I thought of what hell was to me. It was my childhood with my Mother and the wooden spoon. She hit me with so much ferocity that she broke the wooden spoon on my bottom. I can’t say bum because Mum would say that’s a swear word & she would hit me for saying it. She hit me into submission on the Cattle Property. There was no one to help me from my Mother’s wrath. Yesterday I bought a wooden spoon for my art work but I couldn’t break it. I was puzzled how Mum could break it on my bottom.

In Dali’s Hell painting he described the vision of hell that the three children from Fatima saw in a vision. I think my conceptual piece is more clever than Dali’s. Dali’s work was kept a secret because I believe it wasn’t very good.

When my muse saw this Art Work she squealed with delight saying “I love conceptual Art!”

$300 (photograph, postage - shipping included)

$6,000 - Original paint. One off.

Size: A4

Dr Jordan Peterson (Conceptual Art Work) by Cat the Artist ©

Welcome to Cat the Artist's Art Gallery

I used to watch him on YouTube. I enjoyed his psychological lectures but my psychologist and psychiatric Nurse Practitioner didn’t like him so I haven’t watched him for a while.

Photograph Size A4 - $300

I DON'T KNOW ANY MEDICAL PRACTICIONERS WHO HAVE CARED TO DO ANYTHIG ABOUT CHILD LABOUR ON CATTLE PROPERTIES IN AUSTRALIA! They have listened to me for years, to my abuse since I was 18 and they have done nothing except get paid!

They think I have a mental illness and have made it all up!!! The mental health system is all wrong they just want to drug you, not listen to you. They say take a pill and have a quick fix.

If they went to where I was from they would see crippled women that have worked like adult men as children. But they don’t care. They just want cheap meat. Out of sight, out of mind.

Cat the Artist -"Art is Life or Death!" © 2025

Plates N' Roses - Cat the Artist © 2025

I find Axl Rose the singer from Guns N’ Roses to be very sexy when he was young. It’s how he moves and sounds on old videos. I just want to touch him sensually. Even more sexy than Eminem who I want to date now for four days! I got the title for my Artwork from Guns N’ Roses.

Plates N' Roses Art Work: A4 Black card background, white and blue broken plate and red roses photographed. Lisa, Pauline (My Personal Assistants) and I had fun smashing plates for the Art Work yesterday. Our first time!

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$6,000 - Original plate, card and rose petals. One off.

I used to love Count Down, the TV music show, but my father wouldn’t let me watch it. Even though I worked my whole childhood from three years old on the cattle property, we didn’t think of a solution back then. It was hard times. That I deserved another TV. I just did without.

Dad would say to me, get up and change channels. I want to watch the news. I said No! Then he would say if I have to get up I’ll belt you and he was serious. I defied him with If you get up you could turn the TV over yourself. My deviance didn’t last long because I knew what he did with animals and everyone was scared of him. He stood up. So I would run like the wind to turn the TV channel from my beloved show. This happened on a regular basis, most Sundays at 6pm. That is why I was a top athlete. I was the only student to get to Sydney from my whole district. That was before TV remotes were invented. Now I have my own huge TV in my bedroom and I can watch the old Axl whenever I like on Youtube, and my father is long dead.

A boy at High School who is a film director now, got to play and be creative in his childhood. He was from town and didn’t have to work on the land. Because of my punishing childhood I have been left behind in the creative world. Drugged by the government for 18 years because of my behavior when confronted by force at the hospital. They don’t understand how I was bought up.

Dad never did any house or garden work. Us four daughters had to work doing man’s work, cattle work, during the day, then Mum would force me to do house and garden work after. I wanted to be like Dad and rest. Dad would watch TV cricket, the news and he would read the paper. It was so sexist and unfair but no one cared. I cared and could see how badly I was being treated, I knew!

Dad washed up once and he broke a plate. He was never asked again.

Dad mowed the lawn once and he mowed over Mum’s red rose bushes.

Dad boiled water once and he boiled a hole in the kitchen bench.

Mum never let him forget that. She made him feel stupid so he never tried again. She told the story to us girls’ over and over again. I know she wanted Dad to feel stupid, so she would dominate because that is exactly what she does to me, given half a chance. But I’ve got Troy with me for protection now when we visit every two months. My Mother and sisters never stood up for me. They got angry with me for rocking the boat and standing up to Dad.

Mum is 90 and she is still doing all the housework on her own now.

I’m not stupid now I have a cleaner, cook, gardener and two Personal Assistants.

I chose the plate because it had a horse and cart on it, and it reminded me of home. My two older sister’s would drag the sulky (cart without the horse) around the large house paddock with us two smaller girls on the seat. My older sister’s pretended they were a horse. We did have fun and my older sisters would drop the long arms of the sulky and let us slide down the slope toward the dam.

I had so much rage inside me I could have been a Rock & Roll Legend but I am going to be a famous Artist and Writer instead and change the world for the better!

Trauma Conceptual Art for Change

Dad is fuzzy because Mum, a former nurse said he was schizoprenic and an alcoholic but I now belief he had telepathy and was misunderstood by my Mother. I believe he was escaping from Mum with alcohol. Mum was a Christian "cold fish"! Us girls were frightened of him and were silent because they kill animals first then people. Have a look at Katherine Knight. He would hit the calf with the back of an axe. We had to skin the calf. We had to work for Dad on the cattle property. I depicted us girls as ghosts, not saying anything while the Hereford cow bellows it's heart out while we had to slaughter it's calf.

As an artist deeply influenced by personal experiences, my work explores the pain and trauma of child abuse within the context of cattle properties in Australia. Through A4 art pieces—both original works and prints—I aim to evoke profound emotions and provoke critical thought. My art, encompassing both 2D and 3D forms, is designed to shock and delight, inviting viewers to see the world through a fresh lens. Trauma Conceptual Art of country stories.

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$6,000 - Original pencil, pen, string & card - One off.

Size: A4

Man's Hanky by Cat the Artist © 2024

To Jemma my personal assistant. I gave her male hankies.

I’m a better budgeter than you. Tissues cost money & are messy & throw away which isn’t good for the environment. You wash hankies & they work again & again. You don’t have to iron!

I folded up newly bought male hanky on A4 black card with the words painted on it:” About being a gay man. I am a girl & I can be anyone I want!”

Mum would make me iron hankies when I was little. I have never ironed as an adult because of my reaction to my mother’s cruel discipline. She gave me an ironing board & iron but I refused to use it except has a prop for my nude self-portrait “The Iron Maiden”, a satirical piece. I do everything the opposite to my mother to make me happy!

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$6,000 - Original card, hankies - One off.

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Cat- Suicide No.1 at 4 years 1964 Ramp Story -Telepathy by Cat the Artist © 2024 I'm a mystic!

This story is true and was taken away by the government because it was a Aboriginal Dream Time Story. I’m 5th generation white Australian from the land and my dreams come from the Aboriginal collective. Aboriginal men have told me what I dreamed happened and they know it’s true. I haven’t told white people till now! But they think I’m mad. They don’t believe me. They locked me up at Lismore Mental Hospital by force because of my dreaming with other Aboriginal women. The Aboriginal women believed in my spirit and they tried desperately to stop my spirit being drugged by the government. The Aboriginal women told me to hide the tablets under the mattress but the six psychiatric nurses came into my padded cell and forced me , held me down and injected drugged into me to shut me up. The nurses never talked to me or asked me questions.

It was 2004. I was 44.

To Sam (my Psychiatric Nurse Practitioner)

I am very brave to tell you this story! I don’t know what you will do to me.

It was hard growing up on the land. I was only four years old. I was with Harry our workman working on the vegetable garden at remote “Horseshoe Bend” and I found this axe head that was burnt, it was wooden and it had a cross where the rope went and it burnt my hands. When I touched it I had flash backs of Aboriginals being massacred by my ancestors. I am 5th generation Australian grazier from the land. Harry told me before he worked for us that he worked on the Rabbit proof fence.

I was only 4. I was very upset about Dad killing the animals and I was crying and crying and I ran to the ramp. He killed indigenous animals like the Aboriginals were killed. A ramp is metal bars, instead of a gate where the animals can’t cross. I was crying so much I went to the ramp to kill myself and there was water in the ramp and I thought I could drown myself with my tears. Many years later when I was thinking about crying so much that the water rose and drowned me I read about Alice in Wonderland written by Charles Dodgson who was Lewis Caroll and it was Alice adventures in Wonderland and there was a mock cow that cried and cried and cried and Alice cried tears and she had the tears rise up. I wanted to kill myself for my ancestor’s guilt. When I used to drink I would go to Redfern a notorious black hot spot and drink with the Aboriginal men at the nearby pub. Also up in Woodenbong Pub, I would tell my stories. They said they never heard anything so honest. They said the axe head was a man’s tool and it burnt me because women aren’t supposed to touch it. So I had dreamtime flash backs to the massacres.

I was in the flooded ramp most of the day. My family searched for me everywhere and had problems finding me. When they found me my head was the only thing showing above the muddy water. Dad had to struggle to pull my head through the bars to get me out. They couldn’t work out how I got in there. No one asked me why I got in there. The silent treatment was everywhere. We weren’t allowed to talk. I was the Golden Broken Child!

Often Aboriginal people have to be silent about their dream-time stories or they will be locked up in Psychiatric Hospitals and drugged against their will!

In 2025 I told this story to my Aboriginal female Elder who I see most Sundays with a gathering. She asked had there been any Aboriginal massacres on my land five generations ago. I said I had read a book and it didn't say there was. I asked my mother and she said there wasn't any but I don't trust my mother. The Elder said I had seen the massacre in my past life and I had reincarnated from the Aboriginal people before.

Art work to come.

Cat- Suicide No. 3 - Aged 40 years Cat the Artist © 2005

Cow and calf 2005

I was home with my cruel Mother after my break down from High School teaching in Far North NSW near the drug capital of Australia Nimbin. High School boys were flirting with me a lot and I was having nightmares of them being sexually harassed by them. I asked my doctor for sleeping tablets to stop the night mares and he said they were addictive. He said to have a marijuana joint a night before bed. Well that back fired big time. I got psychotic. When I was in hospital with psychosis I told the other doctor what my Dr had said about marijuana. When I visited my doctor again he was scared he would lose his job because I had disclosed. Most country people can’t talk about their feelings. I tried but I was stopped by my Mother. I knew what psychosis was because my Dad had it for two weeks five years before he died at 59. He lost his mind and didn’t know who he was. I witnessed that. I only had psychosis for a few hours but I knew who I was all the time because I was closer to my feelings because of explaining the world with my art and writing.

The sexual dreams didn’t cause my breakdown. It was the lying Principal who couldn’t manage his staff. They were all fighting over the discipline of one aboriginal boy for swearing. Ten head teachers stayed home with mental problems and the Teachers Federation called a strike. School was my safe place but not any more! I stayed at the school because I was casual and if I didn’t work I didn’t get paid. The kids were out of control for example I had to help the casual teacher next door as the kids were jumping out her windows.

To cut a long story short. I left Far North NSW went on the Disability Pension because I was too sick to work. They falsely labeled me with a mental illness. I went home to Mother and her cattle property. Because of the dope I was taking the cows’ actual mouths moved with “Don’t eat me!” It was like Mr. Ed The Talking Horse from TV. If you remember?

I got very upset because as a child we had to kill calves and skin them ourselves with Dad. Life was a real animation! In the night I decided to get the steers (boy calves) to kill me. They knew something really strange was about to happen and so did I. They lined up against the barbed wire fence, facing me. I sat crossed legged “The Broken Golden Child” in front of them begging them to charge and trample me. I got upset again because they wouldn’t kill me. I deserved to die!

I decided to sit on the ground right in front of the Limousin cow between her calf. Cows are very protective of their calves and it was night. Strange. Sitting cross legged on the ground right in front of the cow was very vulnerable. A very dangerous thing to do. Limousines are very large cream cows bigger than Herefords. I waited for her to kill me. She didn’t know what to do even though I was using telepathy saying “Kill me.” (See Ramp story) I was very spooked that I was still alive I needed to go to the after-life. The cow decided to let me go even though I was guilty.

My mind snapped back and I ran inside to Mum while she was in bed. As usual she wouldn’t listen to me she just yelled at me “Don’t be so Stupid!” Of course I didn’t tell her what I was doing. She wouldn’t understand.

Art work to come.

Cat the Artist as Joan of Arc © 1988

Photographed by Lin Gosper

Eminem Marshall Mathers

Friday, March 14, 2025

Slut cunt bitch witch whore pain in the flames - my Dad would say to me.

When I was 27 I was travelling around Europe for 1987. I was in Rouen in France where Monet painted the Cathedral.

For some reason I left my hostel without my “Let’s Go Europe” Bible and just wondered. I ended up at a church where Joan of Arc was burnt at the stake. I was extremely moved and the priest looked at me very strangely like I was her!

The next year when I got back to my family’s cattle property in Australia. I decided to have the first ever art exhibition there. There is no room for emotion or feelings in the country.

Dad had died when I was 23 years and left his horse who I called Spooky for she was a ghost horse. She had just been broken in and was wild. It took me six months to get a bridle on her and ride her.

I photographed myself naked tied to the telegraph pole as Joan with her.

The original photograph sold and had red swear words in the flames. Words that Dad used against me because I wasn’t a boy and he felt I wasn’t good enough. But curiously it was only in one isolated paddock that he used those words when we were cutting out calves from cows.

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Stolen Generation - Cat the Artist © 2024

I wish I was from the stolen generation & given to a loving Aboriginal family

Friday, December 20, 2024

My white girlfriend said I can’t say this. It would offend Aboriginal people. I’m an Artist I can say anything on my mind! She isn’t my friend anymore because she doesn’t understand me.

Written on back of photograph of Art Work and given to Aunty, an Aboriginal Elder.

Aunty does this offend you? Do you want your name removed when I put it up on my website?

The cupie doll is like you get at country shows. It reminds me when Mum would doll me up in home-made clothes so I could marry a rich husband for her benefit but she never talked to me so I had no social skills as a child. I got social skills when I was 18 and went to Art School and learnt them in the city. We had to work as a child on the cattle property. We didn’t have time to express feelings, emotions or do Art like Aboriginal people do.

The two strings of barbed wire symbolizes the harshness of the cattle property. How Aboriginal land was fenced off for cattle and horses.

The cupie doll on one side will be white, the other side painted with brown skin. I left most of the writing black & white for racial reasons. Using my signature colours (black, white & red) only on my name: Cat the Artist © 2024

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$6,000 Cupie Doll, card, barbed wire

5c an hour for Love - Cat the Artist © 2025

I thought you may wonder, if I made $10,000 for photographing an Australian singing star why did I become in debt and have to leave Art, sell my soul and teach in the State system. It’s a long story. In my 20s and 30s in Sydney creating my Art I was a wild child because of my bringing up on the family cattle property. I went to one psychiatrist and she said I was an abused child. I went back to the property with my friend as a witness. When I told Mum in the past that I was abused she would deny it and say but your sisters are fine. There’s just something wrong with you! I told Mum with my friend protecting me that the psychiatrist said I was an abused child. She actually said “I know but I couldn’t do anything about it. I had nowhere to go. Your father would have just re-married.”

I was consumed with photographic postcards and greeting cards. They meant love to me. My family never showed me love but a few Aunt’s actually sent me birthday cards with the word love on them. That meant a lot to me! My accountant who was an editor of a photography magazine told me to stop the cards because I was making 5c an hour and going into credit card debt but I couldn’t.

I was so far in debt I had to go teaching leave Sydney and my Art so I could buy a house outside of Sydney. Now I have a psychologist who helps me understand that I don’t need love from my family who turned against my Art. My Art and writing is my therapy!

$300 Size A4 photograph

Cat's rape in Florence Cat the Artist © 2024

I was in Florence wearing a little sexy black dress with a low drapping back I was 27 and this guy met me about 7 times at supermarkets & places during the day. He had a villa on the hill near the town centre. He was very chatty & interested in me. He asked me to move to New York, marry and live with him. I was half toying with the idea because it would be good for my Art to live in New York. He was rich and had a trucking company. Well I thought, that would be an adventure. He asked me up to his villa and when in his villa he started pushing me around, actually physically pushing which doesn’t happen to me. He grabbed my shoulder and pushed me, he was pushing me a lot onto the bed. I went hoo waa! I’m going to get raped now. I’d never been raped before. So this is a new adventure. I didn’t want to be hurt because I don’t like violence so I pacified him and let him push me around so I wouldn’t get hurt. I just went with it. I got to my handbag I got a condom out because I didn’t want any diseases just from a fuck I had 1000 men in the past, a fuck wasn’t anything else. I was my father’s daughter! I’m very quick & good at putting condoms on. I didn’t have any alcohol in my system No inhabitations like Dad with alcohol. He pushed me onto the bed and I was not liking it. I went as hard as concrete on the bed so he was probably enjoying the tightness. Then he comes really quickly with the condom on. Then he went limb and collapsed on me. I rose up and verbally attacked him. What a bastard he was. I used my horrible, terrible mother’s voice filled with hate. I cursed all the women he loved in his life. That he wouldn’t be loved by a woman ever again. I was really angry He was very shocked with my temper. I don’t think he realized what he had done. I just stormed out and found my way down to the plaza and I was empowered. A rape wasn’t going to make me a victim. It’s nothing! It’s just another fuck and what’s that. I was safe and I didn’t get hurt and I can live to tell the tale. I wasn’t going to be a big bad victim of the system.

So in the plaza there was a ballet on, so I thought I’d take myself to the ballet. In the court yard I sat next to this woman, of course I didn’t tell her anything that just happened about the rape. My family is silent about that sort of thing. I only told the clairvoyant and my sex therapist about the rape. The woman next to me told me she was a teacher from America and she had a breakdown. She said in her High School there was a gun man on each floor and the kids were just over the top she had to leave teaching It was too traumatic and she told me all about her problems and I was a good listener I thought it was funny that she had all these problems and I had just been raped half an hour ago but I didn’t have any problems. That’s how I saw it. I dealt with it by telling him off with that terrible voice. So that was that! I didn’t feel like I was a victim. I didn’t feel like going to the police because he was very rich & he can speak Italian. I can’t speak Italian. I would just be a victim in the system and I’d have to fight and stay there. I just wanted to leave and go to another place and enjoy myself. I thought a rape is nothing.

Because I’m not damaged. I’m apart of nature. I don’t need fixing, there’s no trouble with my Florence rape. I have power over the rapist. I don’t need anyone to council me about this. When I was counseled by the clairvoyant up Far North NSW because there were so many mentally sick people up there. There were no psychologists or psychiatrists so a teacher friend recommended the clairvoyant. She said the rapist was hurt by me. My curse damaged him. She called me a witch and powerful clairvoyant which I don’t think I am. I thought that was very damaging to me so you don’t fix what’s not broken. Her response to it led to some of the psychosis I had. She came to the mental hospital to bribe me with a watch so I wouldn’t tell the authorities. I gave it to an aboriginal woman.

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$6,000 On off original card, condom,

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Suicide Story No.4 -2010- 50 years old

Cat is a gay man!

Cat the Artist dead on steps of Art Gallery NSW Australia © 2010 by Peter Crowfoot

To: Eminem

Marshall Mathers

Friday, March 14, 2025

I showed my family my erotic photography book Purity. 25 years of work and they said I was a pervert and would never invite me any where again. They disowned me. I tried to make sexuality beautiful .I was devastated at the time and I got a friend in his wheel chair to take this photo of me dead for my Art. I was suicidal!Eminem, I know you have felt and expressed pain so have I!

Cat is a gay man!

Eminem said he was a gay man too!

I lived with Robert for five years in Newcastle, when we were at University and in Sydney when I was a teacher. But in Sydney he was jealous of my relationship with Colin who was gay and a Sister of Perpetual Indulgence. Robert asked me to marry and have his children. I loved him dearly but I had such a terrible childhood that I needed my Art more than him. He ended up very sick in a psychiatric Hospital as a result and married his psychiatric nurse six months later and he had three kids.

Cat the Artist dead on steps of Art Gallery NSW Australia © 2010 by Peter Crowfoot

To Robert: When I was suicidal and sent you my death on steps of NSW Art Gallery photo over my family rejecting me because of my erotic Photography Art Book. I was in such pain that I thought you may ring me. To help me. Because you knew what my Art meant to me. You sent over the Mental Health Team to my house. They told me that I meant nothing to you, I was just an acquaintance. That attack really hurt me. I loved and lived with you for five years. You asked me to marry and have your children. You kicked me in the teeth, when I was down. I was in bed for three days and couldn’t move. Soon I am making a formal complaint about the Mental Health Team lying about what Robert said. Robert told me he didn’t say that at all. They are heart-less and took enjoyment in hurting me. And destroying me more. They didn’t help me at all. Cat xxx

Godfrey Tanner by Cat the Artist 1984

Cat the Artist dead on steps of Art Gallery NSW Australia © 2010 by Peter Crowfoot

Godfrey Tanner by Cat the Artist 1984

It took me ten years to get the courage to email Robert after what the mental team had said to me, that I meant nothing to Robert. My family had broken my heart so had Robert and the Mental Health Team. I was so upset!When you contacted me I was working as an assistant director of psychiatry at the Area Mental Health Service. I called the psych crisis team to try to get you emergency support because you were suicidal. The nurse asked if I was family and I said no, but we were old friends….RobertBut we were more than that! CatI have no idea what they may have told you. But I thought I was saving your life. Anyway, I'm glad you're still in the land of the living….RobertThanks for saving my life. I was in bed for three days and I wasn't living with someone at the time so I didn’t have anyone to help me. It hurt me your rejection of our past love. Cat xxx

Robert by Cat the Artist © 1984

Godfrey Tanner by Cat the Artist 1984

To Robert: Did you re-train as a psychiatrist? Do you still work for the Area Mental Health or are you retired now? I'm working on my three memoirs, photography and I'm just starting up Cat the Artist with Conceptual Art about my childhood trauma but please don't tell my family. That is why I'm using a different name. Cat xxx

To Cat: I was working as a psychiatric nurse, running a rehab program. They restructured and all the managers suddenly became assistant directors of psychiatry, which sounded very flash, but wasn't. Anyway, I left that job years ago and the Area no longer exists. Still working. Would love to retire, I'm getting too tired and my brain isn't as sharp as it used to be...but they want you to work to 67. Why? Most of the people I'm working with now are younger than my kids!To Robert: Could you send me what you remember of my art exhibition the opening of a “Room Full of Men”? Godfrey Tanner's opening speech please 1984 in Sydney. Godfrey started the University of Newcastle and was the Head of Arts and Sang script. He was also our neighbour on The Hill who we had a lot of fun with. He was a very out gay man for his time, a pioneer!

Robert Sculpture

Robert said: A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…when photography was an actual art form… I wish I could answer your questions Cat, but I’ve got 'nowt'. I remember us being terrified that Godfrey would start rambling on about shapely bottomed youths in front of your boss, Principal of Private Girls’ School in Sydney at the opening of the exhibition – but he didn’t, and it turned out they were old friends anyway. I remember some striking images on display of Godfrey, John Hay, Tony Brennan, Tim Rooney, Paul Herron, Alan Cameron et al. Godfrey Tanner by Cat the Artist © 1984I remember Godfrey saying about my exhibition “A Room Full of Men” that he could see their mothers in their eyes. I think I’m mature enough about my mother now to know what he meant. Robert said: Forty years on, though, it’s a bit like trying to remember details of a dream. Thanks anyway I needed it for my Memoir Two. What name would you like to be called? Do you know anyone at the opening that may remember? I can’t remember who was there, sorry! If I’m to be in your memoire, I’d prefer first name only. So ‘Robert’ is fine.

The good thing about a memoire is, it’s not supposed to be an autobiography, it’s more about feelings and how you remember times and events. So maybe it doesn’t matter if you don’t have details about who was there or what was said. It’s how you felt at the time. You can use some poetic license. Have fun writing your memoire! Ha ha, thanks! Robert Put Down. Jemma my PA of three years and I thought it was a good idea to send Robert two of my erotic photographs as a thank you … …. Well that back fired. People can be so cruel while I’m trying to make sex beautiful with Penis Prayer and Erotic Smile they destroy it.There’s a point where erotic art becomes pornography, and your images are hovering around that point. Not something I’d want my grandkids to find on their Pop’s computer. Please don’t send any more stuff……Robert.

Then I thought of something really important. Robert being my first proper live in boyfriend when the following happened. I just pulled away. I couldn’t talk about how I felt because I thought men would kill me like Dad would have if I talked back! Cat

Sex can be wonderful. I find you calling my art pornographic insulting like when you forced my head down to suck you off. And I refused. That was force and I never forgave you. I learnt that other men weren't so cruel and if I sucked them off it was a gift!

Cat

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Cat the Artist's Creative Universe

Suicide is due to the Lack of Love !!!

Suicide is due to the Lack of Love !!!

Hanging 2024 by ©Cat the Artist

To: Eminem

Marshall Mathers

Don’t date a guy with a mental illness and no money!

Thursday, December 12, 2024

I met a guy with a mental problem and no money at Flourish (Mental Health Support Organisation) in Newcastle, Australia a long time ago. I never go back there now. I only knew him for four days but I fell in love which was dangerous. I usually take at least six months to know a guy. I paid for us to go out eg stripper clubs, uni exciting places which I’ve never paid for a guy before but there was something about him that I loved and I wanted to go out. I also gave him clothes to go out in which he never returned and I was upset.

We had sex and later he told this guy at Flourish my private sex stuff and all about it within my ear shot which was inappropriate and upsetting. I was really embarrassed. I complained to staff about him not returning my clothes not the other stuff and he said that he had to be excused, he had a mental illness. I was mortified but I didn’t say anything I just left.

I was heart-broken so I went home to mother at “Horseshoe Bend”, the family cattle property. I couldn’t talk to mum about it. No sympathy there! I thought I’d hang myself, I felt so bad. But there was no internet to get instructions. I tried to ring Lifeline for help but mum wouldn’t let me. You can’t talk about your feelings & emotions at home, it’s forbidden. So I drove back to Mayfield , Newcastle and I hung myself using the internet to show me how, in the garage. Leaving a note for my flat mate to call the police and not look in the garage. I kicked the chair over. The rope broke and I hit my head on the concrete causing a big bump. I had taken a box of sleeping medication to dull death. When it didn’t happen I rang my female councilor at ACON and she said to ring an ambulance. Straight away! The ambulance took me to the public Mater mental health hospital. I told them I was a failure because if I was a guy I would have killed myself. They didn’t care. The State doesn’t care.

After the weekend I was transferred to the private hospital and a male nurse took the time to talk to me for half an hour about if I was a man from the country I would have been successful at killing myself. Telling me it was good I was alive.

I actually saw Mike my psychologist just before I hung myself but I couldn’t tell him how I was feeling. In love just after four days. I felt weak as a person. After five suicide attempts Mike said to treat my mother as a distant Aunt and don’t tell her any of my business.

My neighour wouldn’t talk to me any more because she used to be a police woman and had been called to suicides. She wanted to take my ladder away but I didn’t want her to take it. My councilor at ACON wouldn’t take me as a client any more for I had suicided. I’m a gay man! I have suicided five times and risen.

I met the guy a year later at Christmas Foreshore Samaritans and we talked. I told him how I felt and he said he wasn’t able to get a girlfriend and I told him why from my point of view. I knew why I had fallin’ in love so I left him to his own devices. I’m concerned he might be there next time but I hope I’ll be ok.

I think I fell in love with him because he was a rare individual who reminded me of my mentally ill father who bought me up on the land.

Eminem, I’m not going to do a Stan on you! I don’t expect love from my mother now.

Cat the Artist's Creative Universe

No food or water for six hours by © Cat the Artist 2025

To: Mike (Psychologist)

Thank you for saving my life as regards to my mother. Simeon (Psychiatrist) says you do care about me!

However I have to leave you today. I want to tell you man to man, just so you know.

No food or water for six hours by ©Cat the Artist 2025

Friday, March 28, 2025

City people take life for granted. When we were children riding horses and doing cattle work we couldn’t eat or drink for say six hours. Because we were so scared of our father to stop. You act like that’s acceptable.

From a dawn breakfast (Dad would drag me out of bed in the dark) to a late lunch (big baked dinner) working for 6 hours, doing without made me so nervous. As an adult I carry water at all times. If I forget I lose it! Because I was so nervous about my abuse I would drink and smoke two packets of cigarettes a day to escape from my controlling parents. Now I have to ease the stress I feel by sucking sugar free mints all the time for the last 10 years like I used to smoke.

I also have to carry lip balm everywhere or I panic and apply it regularly because as children we would have scum on our lips from the scourging Australian heat.

In my childhood we had to work so much we only went to see one movie, Dr Do Little at Scone Cinema. I’m giving myself a treat today for fun. I’m going to see “Becoming Led Zeppelin” the movie. I found my cure without you and stupid drugs that kill me eg my kidneys! A simple treat helped me. Why didn’t you think of a solution. You aren’t very creative. I took myself off to the movies to learn about fame.

However I can’t stray too far from work to make my Art and writing. To reincarnate you have to be famous. Ask any pharaoh! When my mother dies I will be allowed to be famous. I’ll soar with freedom! I’ll get on the media and TV. The world will find out the secret of country living. I chose this movie because I wanted to see what made them famous. So I can become famous too. It was two songs: “Stairway to Heaven” and “Whole Lotta Love”. Led Zeppelin got famous because they were white men doing what they wanted to do just like Dad!

I always knew I was nervous because of my parents’ abuse but I didn’t pin point it to one cause until when I texted you recently. The penny dropped. I needed help from you. Why didn’t you give me appropriate help?

Mike when you responded so tersely I felt you didn’t care, when you wanted to off load me to Simeon I felt you were jealous. You said: “If you’re feeling very stressed I suggest you contact Simeon and he might be able to review your medication” Simeon was on leave and in my case medication isn’t the answer. It destroys my creativity and clarity, destroys my health & kidneys.

When I go to Asian massage I have to have water, mints and lip balm in reach around my head or I freak out. They don’t understand my language. I shout at them that I need mints etc because I’m very stressed. I don’t go to them anymore.

Last week I went to the free Women’s Centre. I saw a masseuse and councilor in one. She understood my need not like you. She suggested hypnosis. I want to try it.

In the past I gave you a story about telepathy from my childhood. Mike is an atheist and scientific in his approach he doesn’t understand me very well. I wrote about I Dream of Jeanie who had magic power but men didn’t allow her to use it. Because she was a woman and men dominate. Mike doesn’t believe me or care for me. He thinks I don’t know what I’m talking about because of my belief systems that protect me.

I went to my GP & she told me about the hypnotist. I have a half hour free video call with her next week.

A4 photograph: $300

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Cat the Artist's Creative Universe

To: Eminem

Marshall Mathers

Friday, March 14, 2025

Introduction

Hi, I’m Cat the Artist from Australia. I’m a unique eccentric person who has overcome a lot of pain. I’m very honest. I would like to meet up with you for four days either in America or Australia. The reason why it would be a short holiday is I’ve had a band at my house before and they drove me crazy practicing their songs over and over. I yelled at them to leave.

You may say I’m ambitious to ask you for a date but I am very ambitious. I am an Artist and Author. My former psychologist said I would never get to meet you. I’d like to send him a photo of us to make him eat his words.

I’m not a gold digger. I have enough money for 25 years. My Mother has been very cruel to my Dad and I. But I would need travel and accommodation money from you to visit. I’d bring a chaperone so I was safe. I would like to talk with you. I think you are an intelligent man.

Fancy cars, gold and diamonds aren’t love! Art is love!

If you send me your postal address I could send you my very rare erotic photography book “Purity”. In exchange for my erotic book I would like a professional photograph taken of us together to show with my Art and memoirs.

Website: cattheartist.com.au

A4 size photographs $300 including postage

Email: catheartist33@gmail.com

Ph 0429 300 309

Sketches

Get a glimpse into the creative process of Cat the Artist with these detailed sketches. These sketches showcase Cat the Artist's meticulous attention to detail.

Why I Hate my Mother!

To: Eminem

Marshall Mathers

From Cat the Artist

Why I hate my mother

Friday, March 14, 2025

She gave Dad and I a mental illness with psychological abuse.

She said Dad was an alcoholic and schizophrenic.

She got him to kill my cats. She was a jealous tea totaling Christian who I hate.

I hated Dad before he died because he killed my cats and other animals in front of me.

He worked me on the cattle property from the age of three. They called me Craig because they wanted a boy for the property. I was a disappointment.

I went to his corpse and we said sorry and forgave each other. I carried his soul for five years which is quite a story.

I’m not going to my Mother’s funeral or rescue her soul. She is 90. She can rot in hell!

Mum used to punish me shouting "you are just like your Father!"

Because of my Mother I don’t cook, garden or do house work. I pay people to do this.

Mike my psychologist after 15 years saved me after five suicides (if I was a man I would have been successful with suicide like DJ) .

My psychologist said: " See your Mum as a distant Aunt. Don’t tell her anything about your business!".

I don’t expect love from my Mother she can’t give it. That quote has saved my life.

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Welcome to Cat the Artist's Art Gallery

This is a rare and controversial talking piece I am revisiting from my childhood. When my mother was selling the Cattle property about 2010, I discovered a drawing I made on the opening page of an old book when I was packing books to give away. It was so shocking I shut the book up!

It was taboo to write in a book let alone draw this kind of art matter.

Like Johnny Cash sings a painful song this is a painful painting. My memory of the original artwork has been modified and takes elements from the works of Francis Bacon who I learned was a gay man in a YouTube documentary I watched. The original was much more shocking, grotesque, and raw.

I’ve been an artist for 26 years and have regained the creativity I lost to lithium. It’s been 18 years now, and I feel like my art self.

I hated my sisters so much. They hurt me so bad! I drew this in a book when I was a child which was taboo enough but the subject shocked me.

Original Work $6,000 (shipping included)

Photograph A4 - $300

Size – A4

Katherine Knight

Worked at Aberdeen abattoir.

In Year 2000 she stabbed her defacto John Price, 37 times, skinned him, hung up his pelt & cooked his head for his children.

The judge decided she was sane

& knew what she was doing.

She’s happy & a leader in prison

never to be released!

The most famous & expensive, Artist in Australia is Brett Whitely, “Henri’s Armchair”1974 sold for AU$6.1 million in 2020 , in the 70s he was addicted to heroin. He painted an exhibition in 1964 about John Christie who murdered women in the 40-50s in London.

Squiggly lines over Katherine’s face shows emotional trauma .

There is a lot of trauma & murder at home. They kill animals first then people. She slashed her former partner’s dog’s throat.

When Dad lost his mind he was going to shoot us with his rifle but mum hid the bullets.

He killed many animals & I knew I would be next.

$300 (photograph, postage - shipping included

$6,000 - Original pen & card. One off.

Size: A4

Better focused Art Work to come

My Mission

I am dedicated to addressing child exploitation in agriculture. My artwork challenges societal norms that force children to work on farms against their will. I advocate for their right to choose, without penalties for refusing work beyond basic chores. Through my art, I seek to spark dialogue and inspire change.

Unique Perspective

My art resonates with individuals who, like me, express their trauma and experiences through creative means. I strive to connect with a national and international audience, offering free postage for all art pieces to ensure accessibility. Each piece is infused with my philosophy, highlighting the importance of ideas as a foundation of conceptual art.

Change the World One Person at a Time!

To save people from suicide abolish parents. Have loving community to bring up children! Hell by Cat the Artist © 2024

Dr Jordan Peterson (Conceptual Art Work) by Cat the Artist ©

Welcome to Cat the Artist's Art Gallery

Cat the Artist -"Art is Life or Death!" © 2025

Plates N' Roses - Cat the Artist © 2025

Trauma Conceptual Art for Change

Man's Hanky by Cat the Artist © 2024

Cat- Suicide No.1 at 4 years 1964 Ramp Story -Telepathy by Cat the Artist © 2024 I'm a mystic!

Cat- Suicide No. 3 - Aged 40 years Cat the Artist © 2005

Cat the Artist as Joan of Arc © 1988

Stolen Generation - Cat the Artist © 2024

5c an hour for Love - Cat the Artist © 2025

Cat's rape in Florence Cat the Artist © 2024

Suicide Story No.4 -2010- 50 years old

Cat is a gay man!

Cat the Artist dead on steps of Art Gallery NSW Australia © 2010 by Peter Crowfoot

Cat the Artist dead on steps of Art Gallery NSW Australia © 2010 by Peter Crowfoot

Cat the Artist dead on steps of Art Gallery NSW Australia © 2010 by Peter Crowfoot

Cat the Artist dead on steps of Art Gallery NSW Australia © 2010 by Peter Crowfoot

Cat the Artist dead on steps of Art Gallery NSW Australia © 2010 by Peter Crowfoot

Godfrey Tanner by Cat the Artist 1984

Cat the Artist dead on steps of Art Gallery NSW Australia © 2010 by Peter Crowfoot

Godfrey Tanner by Cat the Artist 1984

Robert by Cat the Artist © 1984

Godfrey Tanner by Cat the Artist 1984

Robert Sculpture

Cat the Artist's Creative Universe

Suicide is due to the Lack of Love !!!

Cat the Artist's Creative Universe

No food or water for six hours by © Cat the Artist 2025

Cat the Artist's Creative Universe

Penis Prayer 1989 by © Cat the Artist

Sketches

Why I Hate my Mother!

Welcome to Cat the Artist's Art Gallery

Joke: (Conceptual Art Work) by Cat the Artist © 2024

Sisters’ Eat Shit! Conceptual Art Cat the Artist ©2024

Welcome to Cat the Artist's Art Gallery

Katherine Knight

My Mission

Unique Perspective

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Cat the Artist's Vision: Art that Speaks to the Soul - Chance on the computer like Artist Marcel Duchamp

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