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Rupert’s poem made in response to my show – thank you!

Rupert Loydell is a poet, writer, artist and teacher (contact details below) who I have known for many years. Yesterday he sent me his response to my show ‘The Secret Worth A Thousand’. Here it is:

THE SECRET

WORTH A THOUSAND

Kate Walters, Newlyn Art Gallery, January 2013.

 

 

parked in

the usual road

 

early for

your exhibition

 

fantastic curve

of the bay

 

cold water

dogs and gulls

 

hiss of the sea

white noise

 

dirty orange

pale snow light

 

too cold to write

or draw outside

 

 

 

 

surrounded by garden

amplified sounds

of the garden

 

as if the act

of reproducing the garden

is the garden

 

in the garden

nature is magic

by itself

 

 

 

 

a confusion of

dogs and deer

 

of animal

and spiritual

 

a confusion

of beasts

 

a bestowal

of divinity

 

impenetrable

mysticism

 

theology of goddess,

animal and earth

 

reliant on

intuitive feeling

 

what an artist knows

a personal symbolism

 

excluding non-believers

alarming the uninitiated

 

the only life

she knows

 

 

 

 

The horse with a womb

the horse with a woman

who looked like a leaf

who has become a leaf

and lives inside the horse

 

the horse that ascended

and became light

the horse that remained

in the imagination

and in the earth

 

the fantastical breath

of life in the paint

the words on the page

in the books on the table

asking to be read

 

the heating’s strange roar

sucking air out of the room

an echo of echoes

a pouring out of self

shamanic voice stilled

 

a quiet voice

in the dark

of animal skin

one shaft of light

on the dark waves

 

 

 

 

the deer

licks the doe

like a lover

 

 

 

 

bird as angel

in sacred tree

 

working itself

into a state of mind

 

world shaken off

earth left behind

 

 

 

 

owl bird

feather face

dancing in a nest

of misplaced beasts

 

 

 

 

allocating

what is due

 

to the beasts

and all that grows

 

simple movement

translated as dance

 

the buzz of a bee

considered as music

 

anthropomorphism

as a way of life

 

 

© Rupert M Loydell

Rupert Loydell is a poet and painter. His Tower of Babel artist’s book-in-a-box was recently published by Like This Press. Details at www.likethispress.co.uk/publications/rupertloydell

 

Rupert Loydell is a poet, writer, artist and teacher (contact details below) who I have known for many years. Yesterday he sent me his response to my show ‘The Secret Worth A Thousand’. Here it is: THE SECRET WORTH A THOUSAND Kate Walters, Newlyn Art Gallery, January 2013.     parked in the usual road… Read more »

The Spectator, 29th Dec, 2012, article by Laura Gascoigne: New Dawn for Newlyn School

Really pleased to see a photograph of a recent work, ‘Plant Spirit’, in today’s Spectator (easily accessable on-line) as part of an article by Laura Gascoigne on recent develoments in the life of Newlyn’s art community. This work is at Millennium in St. Ives.

Laura also reviews my show at Newlyn Art Gallery;  she will be on the panel at the discussion on January 26th, together with myself and Professor Penny Florence.

Really pleased to see a photograph of a recent work, ‘Plant Spirit’, in today’s Spectator (easily accessable on-line) as part of an article by Laura Gascoigne on recent develoments in the life of Newlyn’s art community. This work is at Millennium in St. Ives. Laura also reviews my show at Newlyn Art Gallery;  she will… Read more »

Dreams, and more

That dream of the bright windows in my body, I opened them and light was streaming from within them. Another, of looking at myself naked in a mirror; I peeled the skin away, my flesh was studded with jewels, ruby red and clear as pomegranate seeds.

A recent dream (Christmas night) of being in a large crowd of people at a show of my work and going around listening to what people were saying. One woman said she thought the figures reminded her of ants and I thought to myself in the dream, she is on a different wavelength, how can I get through to her? So I went up to the woman and I said ‘they are not ants, they are like little beings we don’t often see, which flicker at the edge of our awareness, which hover, dip and fly, such as we might see in a dream, such as exist between worlds.’ Then as I was speaking people crowded around me and it became dark with bodies and the human mass, and I asked them to move away from me. The gallery seemed like a very open space; there was no ceiling or roof; above was the sky (the world). I had the feeling of courage in the dream to speak up about my work.

 

The butterfly in my book, butterfly in face, butterfly in the sky of my veins, in my arm as I move it to sweep away that picture of you, right before my eyes.

 

 

That dream of the bright windows in my body, I opened them and light was streaming from within them. Another, of looking at myself naked in a mirror; I peeled the skin away, my flesh was studded with jewels, ruby red and clear as pomegranate seeds. A recent dream (Christmas night) of being in a… Read more »

Images of works in the show, and notes on blue light

There is a little blue flame burning at the top of my head. It comes from my crown. A blue light sometimes burns between us, Osiris. I step into a blue fire, I step into you. Your blue flames dance all around me, blue flames like wings.

A great wave is perpetually about to break in me. I contain this wave, the blue flame, I cover my edges, I build transparency and distance, I learn to move silently away.

 

 

 

 

There is a little blue flame burning at the top of my head. It comes from my crown. A blue light sometimes burns between us, Osiris. I step into a blue fire, I step into you. Your blue flames dance all around me, blue flames like wings. A great wave is perpetually about to break… Read more »

More pictures of the Opening evening

Trying to speak about The Mother holds back the Flood. I didn’t mention the pink band at the top, but I thought of Rudolf Steiner and what he had said about peachy pink and it’s deeply sacred associations. There were many things I could have said in my talk but did not.Partly the heat of the moment, my nerves, but also not feeling confident enough that I could adequately articulate what was in my heart .

In retrospect I wish I had mentioned the surge of joy I felt when I read the first 3 pages of Penny’s first draft of her essay. I experienced a deep and certain surge of energy; I walked around the house and garden, I wanted to jump up and down, I could hardly contain what I felt: – but I did, and it was like a great charge to my inner battery.

In the talk I also wanted to describe how my dogs behaved when my Father died. I was in his house with Frankie and Missis, just waking to a dark dawn when the telephone rang. It was 6 am and I knew it could only mean one thing. The nurse told me he had gone. It was too early to make any other calls so I returned to bed. Frankie curled up in the curve of my belly, and Missis Darling stretched out around my spine. They kept me warm with their cuddle, and helped me to feel less desolate.

Seeds need darkness to germinate. Inside our bodies it is dark but so alive and full of activity. I wish I had been able to describe what the rich darkness means to me. It is full of possibilities and it is where the light comes from. We need deep roots to grow tall strongly.

Trying to speak about The Mother holds back the Flood. I didn’t mention the pink band at the top, but I thought of Rudolf Steiner and what he had said about peachy pink and it’s deeply sacred associations. There were many things I could have said in my talk but did not.Partly the heat of… Read more »

Opening night at Newlyn, The Secret Worth A Thousand

Last night went very well. Over a hundred people came to the evening, most of them to the talk as well.  I didn’t get the chance to talk to as many people as I had hoped, but I did my best! It felt great to feel so much positive support from all my peers – thank you!

 

 

Last night went very well. Over a hundred people came to the evening, most of them to the talk as well.  I didn’t get the chance to talk to as many people as I had hoped, but I did my best! It felt great to feel so much positive support from all my peers –… Read more »

First day at the gallery

Today was exactly one year since I received news that I had been selected to show my work at Newlyn, and it was the first day the show was open. I celebrated by taking a little walk around with Betsy (special dispensation was given; dogs aren’t normally allowed).

Today was exactly one year since I received news that I had been selected to show my work at Newlyn, and it was the first day the show was open. I celebrated by taking a little walk around with Betsy (special dispensation was given; dogs aren’t normally allowed).

Installing the works

Today we began placing the works. Fortunately I had more than we needed so we looked at themes, sizes, colours, to try to create a pleasing rhythm of works. It is very interesting for me to see which pieces work well and which are less successful.

 

 

Today we began placing the works. Fortunately I had more than we needed so we looked at themes, sizes, colours, to try to create a pleasing rhythm of works. It is very interesting for me to see which pieces work well and which are less successful.    

Pierced by love

I felt drawn to images of San Sebastian. Thinking also about Teresa of Avila.