Kate Walters Blog

New work at the Exchange/dark man/dreams

I have really enjoyed working at the Exchange. I am surrounded by artists, all are working on their own things. But we have so many overlapping threads, when we talk or share or collaborate if feels so natural. Mark and I found the time yesterday to record the dreams I had retrieved from my notebooks. We sat for over an hour in a quiet room, as the sun went down. It felt intense and quite emotionally charged, as I spoke about my dreams, and to a certain extent, re-lived some of them. I felt that they are alive, like little animals, with their own magical little domains.

Here is an example:

I dream of a different world. There is a class, or a meeting of people; we are by a pool in the navel of the Earth. There is deep water, the rocks are soft, there is a strong smell of roses, and many people who  are small in stature, like Siberian Steppe people. I had gone asking for a song, but instead a perfume was taught to me.

 

 

 

A dark man dream: (1996) colourful, of travel, new places, a dark man coming back for me, twice. The first time he gave me a beautiful set of golden tools decorated with flowers. the second time, in a city, he came riding a large young horse – white or black or both at the same time – with just a strap around his neck. I was with unknown female friends. He rode around us in an anti-clockwise direction. He came from a large white-ish geometric sphere I could just see in the distance. There was a vaguely sexual feeling in the dream, of doorways, new beginnings.

An eye dream(2002): A soft pink revolving eye, in a floor below. Was there for healing and penetration of this world, this reality. Good presence.

A bed dream(2002): Of being on a high bed. My mattress was on a join/seam line of one room – Earth- and on the other side of the seam was a different realm.

Boat/heart of the world dream(2003): A boat was coming, a black boat, 2 women in it, twins, old with long hair wavy and grey. They went round and round. I was in the water, the sea, someone was with me. We went underwater, we could breathe, saw light under there, the sun, could feel the earth/sea/world breathing, the heart beating. I leaned against the body of the world, I felt safe, I saw another  boat – pale, luminous – under water and an old man somewhere who took charge of the mooring of the boat above. I woke myself up when I saw the light under the water.

 

 

 

 

I have really enjoyed working at the Exchange. I am surrounded by artists, all are working on their own things. But we have so many overlapping threads, when we talk or share or collaborate if feels so natural. Mark and I found the time yesterday to record the dreams I had retrieved from my notebooks…. Read more »

Working with Three Points of Contact in Penzance at the Exchange

Today I am going to work with Mark Vernon from Glasgow    http://archive.org/details/DataForTheDoubtfulPart7TheChildrenOfToastedCheese  .

He’s going to record me speaking about some of my dreams. He’ll decide later how he will use them. It feels exciting to be using them in a more focused way, rather than as a kind of back-up for my studio work.

I have been drawing animals and birds. Emma Saffy Wilson is also working with bird imagery, we discovered yesterday!

On the beach at Porthcurno, our first outing as a group, we saw the pregnant women in a line, part of The Third Paradise Event I believe (see 51st Biennale, Venice)

Today I am going to work with Mark Vernon from Glasgow    http://archive.org/details/DataForTheDoubtfulPart7TheChildrenOfToastedCheese  . He’s going to record me speaking about some of my dreams. He’ll decide later how he will use them. It feels exciting to be using them in a more focused way, rather than as a kind of back-up for my studio work…. Read more »

when the bird comes

Birds have been coming increasingly in my work over the past six months. A white bird hovers beside the face of the horse in ‘The Eternal Feminine draws us on’, and it is a bird which holds the transfirgured, joyous figure in ‘The Feathered and the Unfeathered’.

Yesterday in my studio I think I completed a work about the great white bird coming to heal the heart.

Birds have been coming increasingly in my work over the past six months. A white bird hovers beside the face of the horse in ‘The Eternal Feminine draws us on’, and it is a bird which holds the transfirgured, joyous figure in ‘The Feathered and the Unfeathered’. Yesterday in my studio I think I completed… Read more »

Soaring, the feathered and the unfeathered.

Soaring, I have been soaring, I touch my toe to the ground, gently push, and off I fly.

 

Opening a book at random today I found writing about Rumi. It recalled almost exactly my dreams about my body, the open windows, and the flesh which is also rubies. So how did I know this? Where had it come from? The poem must have been inside me already, or is an archetypal poem perhaps. I am full of fire still, in love, seeing your face before my eyes as I walk, as we pass each other unable to speak; as I write, as I sleep.

I have already had the experience of the ruby flesh, the opening, the parting of the robes. I have been prepared. My dream life has taught me. So what is my next step? How do I explore further? How do I make known the whispers, the night visions, the visiting birds and unfeathered creatures who have befriended me?

 

 

 

Soaring, I have been soaring, I touch my toe to the ground, gently push, and off I fly.   Opening a book at random today I found writing about Rumi. It recalled almost exactly my dreams about my body, the open windows, and the flesh which is also rubies. So how did I know this?… Read more »

January 2013, new work in my studio

About a picture with a pregnant she – animal. One particular universe; the milk from the breast of Heaven provides the ladder. Wide-cupping branches of this tree, its cells full of condensed light, branches taut, held in the air, holding me tiny, breathless, pinned to it in the immensity, watching, always watching you the deer vast as space before me: in your mouth the central heart stem emerges from your crown with a shout – fluid and full of poise.

But maybe I prefer the first image? More about balance? Emptier.

 

A troop of long-tailed tits outside the window. This morning the bird song so loud that I thought the windows must be open – but they were not. The song penetrated the walls of this house, penetrated me.

About a picture with a pregnant she – animal. One particular universe; the milk from the breast of Heaven provides the ladder. Wide-cupping branches of this tree, its cells full of condensed light, branches taut, held in the air, holding me tiny, breathless, pinned to it in the immensity, watching, always watching you the deer… Read more »

Guardian review today

Feeling incredibly pleased by the review in today’s guide, p.37. Went out for a walk to celebrate with my magic dog Betsy, and we bought another copy of the paper.

www.newlynartgallery.co.uk

Feeling incredibly pleased by the review in today’s guide, p.37. Went out for a walk to celebrate with my magic dog Betsy, and we bought another copy of the paper. www.newlynartgallery.co.uk

Organismic self

Working today on the original or organismic self. The part we are born with, our true self. Where the true and best part of us lives, is found.

The large canvas is now exploring a figure about to be born from the flank of a doe. The figure appears to be wrapped in a cocoon or chrysalis. It recalls a dream I had where I saw a figure in space floating, attached by cords to a chrysalid form. I feel it is probably about me exploring my organismic self, which has it’s home energetically in the body of a deer.

Working today on the original or organismic self. The part we are born with, our true self. Where the true and best part of us lives, is found. The large canvas is now exploring a figure about to be born from the flank of a doe. The figure appears to be wrapped in a cocoon… Read more »

Today in the studio, October 29th

I was working on the largest canvas today, hoping it will be complete in time for my show at Newlyn Art Gallery. I have also been looking at another recent one, a young deer raised in the air, an adult hind above, a young human below, perhaps she is reaching for the faun, perhaps she will place it on her head as a crown? There are also blue flowers, they seem important, I am not sure why.

 

I was working on the largest canvas today, hoping it will be complete in time for my show at Newlyn Art Gallery. I have also been looking at another recent one, a young deer raised in the air, an adult hind above, a young human below, perhaps she is reaching for the faun, perhaps she… Read more »

Pages from sketchbook in Italy

As we left the island this enormous cloud hung in the sky. It remained in the sky for all of our journey; as soon as we reached Castiglione, it vanished.

Little ancient wooden stature of St. Francis. As I looked into it’s little house I saw that the whole of the roof is covered in little bee nests, then I saw them zooming in and out, their long thin bodies hanging suspended in the air. They
are gradually transforming the body of St. Francis into little cones on the ceiling.

So many bodily associations which resonated with me. I loved the feeling in this Church.

Walking in Italy, insect and bird lessons; trident faced rocks

One day whilst walking through a forest we came upon an enormous pile of fresh dung. It was literally crawling with blue-black shiny beetles; I have never seen anything like it before. On another day, whilst taking a rest (it was very hot, my pack was heavy) we sat down at the edge of the track, and as I sat, my eyes unfocused, I slowly became aware of a large pinkish insect beside my boots. It dawned on me that it was a praying mantis. I haven’t seen one since biology lessons at school, many years ago. We spent many minutes watching this extraordinary, seemingly ungainly insect. It looked at us too, with it’s large round eyes either side of it’s head.

One path past the Eremo di Cerbaiolo, the lower, gave us a good view of the settlement. To one side of it the markings in the rocks gave the impression of an eastern-looking face, with a trident on the forehead. Circling above the rocks were great dark broad-winged birds: eagles.

A bag back and front, just before we saw the face in the rocks.

 

One day whilst walking through a forest we came upon an enormous pile of fresh dung. It was literally crawling with blue-black shiny beetles; I have never seen anything like it before. On another day, whilst taking a rest (it was very hot, my pack was heavy) we sat down at the edge of the… Read more »