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 […]
Monthly Archives: January 2013
The panel discussion on Saturday 26th January at Newlyn Art Gallery and Laura Gascoigne’s Essay.
I was amazed and delighted at the number of people who came to the panel discussion. The quality of the attention which we as a panel received from the audience was extraordinary. Thank you so much to everyone who came along. Here is the text from Laura’s beautiful piece of writing which she delivered […]
Three Points of Contact in Penzance last two days and party!
I have loved working with this group of artists! The feeling of being part of something which has such a great sense of ease and cooperation has been wonderful – and rather new. https://vimeo.com/57599492 – link to film made during the Glasgow leg. Thanks to all the curators, Judit Bodor, Jenny Brownrigg, and Blair Todd […]
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. […]
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. […]
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 […]
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? […]
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 […]