I’m so thrilled to be part of this show – details above! at Arusha Gallery, now open. Here is a review, where my work receives a special mention, to my great joy… https://www.flemingcollection.com/scottish_art_news/news-press/bathing-nervous-limbs Last night these words came, woke me up: Spirit coming through is the fruit of an energetic liaison and a promise too […]
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Writing with an XR writing workshop, some fragments and longer passages
I wrote the bones of this piece during a workshop with the poet Dom Bury. Finding the heart crack, a place to write from, the place of tension between extinction and joy… Photo by Andrew McDouall, East Voe Beach, Shetland, 2017 Birds on the bank the wing and the rock, wings done pulsing, nor lifting […]
Nerves, animals, Eros and my search for understanding
I remember: As I drummed, a robe of white feathers was given to me. It gathered me up in itself, from head to foot. It was both weighty and light. I’m becoming the apple which floats; hovers kestrel-like in the space between us. You sit. I float above your face with my desire. The eye, […]
New writing on the Originary child, the budding phallus, and the Unspeakable Girl.
The Originary Child Hermaphroditism of the child. Conjunction of female and male. Initiation by Holy Bird. Drawing with oil pastels. April 2021. One of a sequence. In a new drawing (in my sketchbook, not yet developed) the phallus has energetic fields which move beyond itself in a looping, orbiting way. Like a slingshot of energetic […]
New writing on desire, longing, acceptance.
4th April. Easter Day In the night, in the dark, the back of my hand passes over the hard cold glass. I’m feeling for – reaching for – water. I suddenly remember my father saying to me countless times, “if you’re not careful you’re going to feel the back of my hand, my girl.” The […]
Courses I’ll be teaching in 2021…
The School of Art and Wellbeing, near Honiton, Devon. Courses The School of Art and Wellbeing is found on a hill overlooking Honiton and Dartmoor to the west. It is a profoundly beautiful place, with polytunnels for painting, a Mongolian yurt for shamanic journeying, shepherd’s huts for sleeping in, and extensive beautiful and productive gardens. […]
New writing in response to painting; the energy of longing and nostalgia; how my paintings think about me…
In a dream we’re going through a field of tall crops, hovering, we go through the middle, hovering, we’re propelled with some force, we go to a house, we’re looking for a key, we’re searching, we go into a place beneath the stairs, we find it, I tell you where it is, I give you […]
Stelle (stars) and birds and birth. Notes from the new year.
I see you. I watch the orange glow in the stove, listen to the trees outside. It’s peaceful, and taut as well. The air between us is tight, it hums. I want to look at you. You look dark. I don’t look at you. I speak of when we won’t see each other anymore. I […]
Poetry, a poet, a painting
Early this week I heard from my publisher, Guillemot Press:the poet and writer David Harsent had been in touch with them about my painting. I was so honoured when David agreed to write a short passage about my work. Here it is: Kate Walters’ startling images go straight from the eye to whatever emotional nexus […]
New writing, birds I travel with…and the holed stones of Tregeseal, a love letter fragment
The poet Karl O’Hanlon has written a Litany inspired by my recent paintings. Here is an extract: Madonna della Salute Yellow legs of choughs streaking across the Dolomites or lemon groves exhaling in early evening, a field candled with buttercups and soft-breathing cows, gold on book spines and the ichor of a final sunshaft as […]