Some text from drafts for Shetland Notebooks and Iona Notebooks

First drafts for Shetland Notebooks

Newborn eyeball             (walking down from Fitful Head)

far-away half face

Lamb

Feathered bones

Crab claw and cairns

Rabbit leg bony and still;

Haloes of thrift

bones of feathers

feathers of bones

You come to meet me

pressing palm against rock, old hand of ages

Calloused, warm, dry.

Old family voices your slow song,

the deep rumble a vibration I have not senses to perceive;

The elements arrange you

Your heart is thunder

Your vessels air.

…………

As if hung by some celestial cord the birds open themselves to the air, and trust.

Through a bird’s eye a glimpse of beyond stars

A place where you can feel time growing.

Slow eggs

the skin of time marks you

pale flowers wing-bright and folded

Quiet as bird soar,

cloud lift

Hind hair or horn blown,

path crossed near sea to home of earth.

 

Burrow like an animal.

Stone nest curved as wing breast,

a line like bird call,

tapered voice, sharp call of hill green cloud

displayed as wing across all the sky,

From island to island

I hold a tern feather in my hand, the part which has come out of her body,

Grown by the sun, the fish, and her womb.

The colour of rock caught to flight

sky flashes silver as fish scales

-tirricks refract the air, turn it in their wings, make a sound shell of it, a musical spirit fish of sky.

Fish swim in air.

………..

cots in the earth

little grassy cribs

celestial cradles

……………..

The Mother belly rests

Feet pray to Heavens

Serpent bound rocking like seals, praying sea-paws skywards

………………

In my pocket there are white hairs shed by deer, found in a wood, long ago in England; and feathers from the birds of Shetland.

I sit beside a broad beach sweeping white, open. Roman-nosed seals watch children play. Arctic terns dive and squeal.

Walking here I passed a stable. A golden horse, of broad front and blonde mane, peered at me from the gloom. His coat reminded me of the light dancing in a  stream, river trout reflecting; of trips as a child to beaches where I’d seek out ponies and donkeys, burrow into their aura, follow them, learn their stories, leave my family to be with them. A nomad child then, maimed, my compass animal scent.

……………….

The collapse

A child painting in a pale blue boat.

………………

Dream of ploughing with my heart.

Dream of my body, of peeling back my skin to find my flesh is made of rubies.

Dream of a woman with a boat coming out of her mouth, full of people.

……………..

Song of bird

hollowed out.

…………………

The skin of the sea your face

The skin of the sea made veins

birds gather ribs from clouds, dress them in feather

Stain your cheeks with breath of bills

Red of passage, daylight drunk

Folding in your hand as earth comes to hold her

Neck soft, body pliant

– no taut sky dancing now.

Breastbone aloft like a sail, cold open wings, bodies wash in around your feet.

……………….

I sit beside you tern

your still heart resting against a rock on the beach where this morning you fished

Acrobatting the mountain you made of air, the sea you swam in

now deep red tiny feet forever curled

Your mate is silent, chicks unfed.

I weep for your beauty, your courage, globe swerver, body artist.

I watch your fellows diving still, cavorting in the air, hovering cruciform, then twisting arrows dive.

Tiny deep red bill a miracle

your white tail feathers forked, still.

You are like the tips of petals, the constellations of stars

Your black-tipped cap night dusky ruffled in death

Carmine sharp bill cut like a lacey lance

a dagger closed,

blunted

……………….

Horse Island

the names of places the animals I’ve loved

………………..

Seal song lowing, a deep green banshee

swinging, rocking, embodied song sea chunk

belly song balancing soft flesh on rock, the tip holds you

crescent bow

stacks of rock layers of prayer

 

Glistening breath of water, the sound of water breathing, Island lungs, the creatures shine in completeness, their hearts quiet.

Thread of seals in brightness along the island’s rocky frills.

…………

Flotilla of duck divers black curving water; land

 

Orange yellow meadows

Orchid pulsing purple

swallow scimitar blade cuts air

……….

St. Ninian’s Isle 3.7.17

Thick arm of dark cloud twisting overhead, N to S. Three bonxie fight over gannet entrails, countless pink and yellow strings sand peppered.

Fat-necked bird you sleep now, your salt-blasted eyes forever grey, tide-hued.

Wing of fulmar forlorn, alone beside a cliff.

Sea anemone shell fragments the colours of a warm sea: violet, jade.

At St. Ninian’s Isle the Black Madonna bestowed her body – blood gone black to rock now starry with birds; a great skua lands here with crab fished from the deep; the sea dark with weed, the horse-sleeping-nymph her hair waves from the shallows; her hand print a continent of palm pressing on ancient sand; the mud between her fingers these slanting sleeping stone children.

So now the rocks speak with foam and through the mesh of weed; head-dress of feathers, constellated with birds.

Rocking seal, you gaze at me, round unblinking eyes. Fat creamy bulk in breasty form, the stony pillar supports you, you appear to rock and the waves come. You close your eyes, yawn, keep your balance on the rocky anvil where your life is beaten out. Your head turns as you shift your weight. I see a large red wound on your far side, a crescent bite, a pink moon wound. I imagine the Orca biting your neck, throwing your great form in the air. The afternoon is sadder now. I keep watching you through the binoculars, you keep on looking towards me. Then  your eyes close, I see your eyelids dull, opaque. The tide rises. Finally a big wave comes, lifts you off the rock. You are submerged, washed out of sight. I wait. I do not see you again.

………….

On a walk. Cow with newborn away on her own. Red birth-cord trailing, tiny soft womb-white feet. Creamy soled calf you hesitate as you cross the track, tarmac hard.

Legs still womb-curled from another world. Mother large-framed and attentive, her face near her babe, breathing the same breath.

………………..

Tern with silver fish bright as gannet wing. On the beach the scent of flowers. I paddle. I wear three scarves; winter for an hour this July day on Shetland. Still the terns dive, dunlin decorate tide-line. Newly mown fields make a palette of greens; the intense light floods my eyes, washes them.

Iona Notebooks

PREFACE, first draft

I first travelled to Iona aged 18, to take photographs for my A levels. I remember the Abbey vividly, and the ferry crossing. And I remember walking past a tall, dark monk who could have stepped straight from an El Greco painting. He looked right through me; a spell was created.

I returned in my early thirties with my young son; I was broken-hearted then. I spread myself upon the heather near the Hill of the Angels, high up and far away. I felt a sort of bliss, supported by the scratchy and pliant purple, violet and orange-hued pillows. Wild places inspire me. Something in me responds to the sense of them being completely themselves, raw and pure. It restores my heart.

Early in 2015 I applied for a residency at Iona Hostel, staying in the shepherd’s bothy at the North End, or Traigh An T-Suidhe, near Lagandorain. Lagandorain means ‘hollow of the otter’. One day in the late afternoon dusk, I was standing still as a tree when I saw a see-saw creature scything down the beach just feet away from me. In my wrapped stillness I was unobserved – or ignored – and, breathless with delight, I watched the otter merge with the sea and swim away through towering swell. Next morning I was on the beach at dawn hoping to encounter the magic again; I found little round tracks at the shore line marking the spot where the otter had landed from her sea-flight, tipped gently from a wave…

The owner of the croft, John Maclean, wrote these words about my visit there:

Kate is a listener. She listens to her psyche and dreams and has an altogether more ancient response to the land. Her work explores place through archetype, symbol, the animal world and the older religions. This is home territory for Kate -she is quite comfortable in the company of the ‘Sheela’s (the Sheela na gigs).

Kate’s work isn’t easy, in the sense that it neither makes assertions nor statements. It seems to be deliberately un-emphatic. The effect is to unsettle, to make us alert and create a pause.

Whenever I stay on Iona I work long days. Spread around me as I sleep are my drawings and notebooks. I wake and review, pick up pen, ink, roller, paint, and continue my responses on the pages taken from The Bhagavad Gita which I have prepared with gesso.

And yet there is only

One great thing

To live.

To see in huts and on journeys

The day that dawns

And the light that fills the world.

Inuit poem, found in Ice Bears and Kotick, by Peter Webb

New ventures….

Curatorspace have kindly written a great feature on exciting events about to happen:

https://www.curatorspace.com/about/news/featured-artist-kate-walters/66

I’m very excited to be heading to Worcester University to speak on my work generated by residencies in Shetland; in particular a strong dream I had where I saw myself before I was born – which has lead to around 500 watercolours being made. I’m now returning to my first love, oil paint, to articulate and negotiate thoughts and feelings around fluids – sap, blood, milk: milk being the bodily expression of motherly love.

  

https://www.illustrationresearch.org/booking-current-cfp

After that I’ll be travelling to London to see some exhibitions, and to be part of this event:

where I’ll be doing my ‘hollow bone’ performance drawing/shamanic work….
  

Notes in the Garden at Tremenheere Gallery. The Tree of thought: an essay by Professor Penny Florence.

TREMENHEERE GALLERY. SEPTEMBER 7TH – OCTOBER 2ND 2019.

 

The Tree of Thought: The Art of Kate Walters

 

Kate Walters’ art speaks clearly. Yet because it is visceral, communicating to our bodies first, it can

be easy to underestimate the quality of thought it embodies.

Embodied thought addresses the kind of understanding that bypasses spoken or written language

because it is deeper. Precisely because it embodies rather than explains or narrates, it is not didactic;

Walters never preaches.

There is, nonetheless, a powerful and consistent message. It concerns the big questions: what does it

mean to be fully human; what is our place in the natural world; where are we going; questions that

echo Gauguin’s great philosophical work, Doù venons-nous, Que sommes-nous, Où allons-nous?

But, unlike Gauguin, the work does not so much pose questions as feel its way towards articulating

the mysteriousness of being.

This is a Shamanic understanding of what many of the ancient religions variously call the Path or the

Way – and Walters is a fully initiated Shaman. This is not a casual or loose similarity, but rather the

long-term commitment that underpins her art.

So what is this Shamanic terrain? It is paradoxical, because it is fully aware, yet indirectly evoked. If

you compare Child with Plant Wand and Buds with Babies , the eye-leaves of the first appear to be the

seed-children of the second, who resemble the child holding the plant. These eyes suggest insight as

much as sight, awareness and receptiveness to the cycle of rebirth, to movement out and movement in,

like breathing.

It’s an effect that reminds me of what Maleno Barretto said of the intrepid Margaret Mee (both

botanical artists), ‘She seems to be inside the plant’ . This suggests that art does 1 not distinguish us

from Nature, but rather is integral to it. Many of us who have known individual animals well

understand the absurdity of the idea that they don’t think. It’s the result of projecting our ways of

thinking onto creatures whose experience of the world is different.

But plants? There is increasing scientific evidence that plants, especially trees, do indeed think. The

interdependence of trees, for example, is such that they form something very like a community. Theirs

is a collectivity based on communication. It is extensive and applies to the entire tree: apparently their

more widely known capacity to warn each other of insect attack through the release of hormones

above ground, and to take defensive action, is complemented underground, partly through the

intermediary of fungi. Fungi are neither plant nor animal, but a form of life in between.2

1 Botanical Art & Artists.com About Margaret Mee (1909-1988) (Malu De Martino on Vimeo.) Walters has recently looked

at the work and thought of Mee, along with Simryn Gill and the filmmaker and gardener, Derek Jarman.

2 See my forthcoming book Thinking the Sculpture Garden (Routledge, Jan 2020) for further discussion of this research.

The book is inspired by, and revolves around, Tremenheere.

 

Perhaps we might call this capacity to see into the life of things ‘Natural Intelligence’, not in

opposition to ‘Artificial Intelligence’, but as a complement. ‘Human Intelligence’ is only one form.

Mee always worked entirely from living plants, usually in their natural setting and including their

habitat, unlike conventional botanical illustrators. In this way, she shows that that they are integral to

their environment, an inseparable part of it. To capture the enigmatic Moonflower (Selenicereus

wittii), which blooms once and night and then dies, she balanced half the night astride a narrow canoe.

She risked herself alone with nature in order to convey the living energy of an organism in its habitat.

And it is a risk; like her, Walters risks herself. The result is demanding work that rewards the

concentrated looking of open awareness.

 

Truly look at the works in this show and you will see that living energy, a life-force that unites

everything that lives and breathes; for, as Simryn Gill, another artist admired by Walters, said, “If the

botanical world falters, so do we.” Our ability to breathe has evolved in exact synergy 3 with theirs. It

is an understanding that demands action and restraint from harm, a thoughtfulness about balance and

care. In this it is political; in Gill’s case, against colonial exploitation; in Walters’, in support of

Extinction Rebellion (XR) and taking personal responsibility.4

 

At the same time, the works are underpinned by a structural precision belied by their fluidity and

softness. This aspect of the work is evidenced in the approaches of two other artists Walters admires,

Christine Ödlund and David Thorpe. Both explore geometry and growth.

This sense of co-emergence is conveyed not only through form, but also through technique. There are

four methods in this show: watercolour, monotype, spit bite etchings, or a combination; and oil. Take

for example Kate’s three spit bite etchings: Breath of Plant or Horse ; Horse with Child and Planet ;

Mother Bird Feeds Human Infant. Perhaps the main characteristics of spit bite etchings are textural

similarity of figure and ground and closeness in feel to watercolour. And yes, spit can be an

ingredient, though not always. It seems completely appropriate here.

 

The image is not materially differentiated from its surround; it’s a matter of degree and, more subtly,

of construction, as in the figure-ground instability of Seeing Tree or Storm, World Tree with

Cocooned Infants and Untitled . Plant, tree, animal, bird and human life all materialise in these works

in the gap that is ambiguity, all part of the same miraculous planetary process. The oils foreground the

kinds of emergence to which the medium is so perfectly suited. Colour, marks (both ends of the brush)

and a fragile symmetry create a textural and layered becoming in which the animals both support and

merge into the human and plant forms, from birth to dissolution. From a distance, the palette and

composition evoke C17th Dutch still life masters; ‘still’ life here meaning ‘always’, not ‘motionless’.

They form a Tree of Thought.

 

For anyone who thinks they know more than this planetary tree, I offer this couplet from William

Blake’s Auguries of Innocence:

 

The Bat that flits at close of Eve

Has left the Brain that won’t believe

 

3 https://www.tate.org.uk/whats-on/tate-modern/display/simryn-gill

4 See Programme and Tremenheere website for events associated with the show.

 

  

Notes in the Garden

Opening September 6th at 6 pm!

I have great pleasure in inviting you to my forthcoming exhibition at Tremenheere Gallery, which I am sharing with friends.

This body of work has been made in response to time spent in the beautiful gardens at Tremenheere, making drawings and writing about the insights I received from regarding the wild life of the garden.
I will be presenting sequences of watercolours, paintings, writing and monotypes. I’ve decided to also show selected archive works of mine which presage the themes I’ve been exploring recently in depth.
Some months ago I decided to invite friends – artists and poets – whose work responds to related themes to join me in the gallery, hoping this will enrich and broaden the conversations which I trust will be established.
The Opening evening is Friday 6th September,  6 – 8 pm.
I will give an artist’s walk and talk on Sunday September 8th at noon.
There will be workshops on September 8th and 29th (please book through the gallery).
On Friday September 13th Mat Osmond will lead an evening dedicated to Extinction Rebellion (7-9 pm). All are welcome; some of us will be gathering in the cafe from 6 pm.
I’m very excited about this new work, and I’m especially thrilled to be showing in this very fine and special gallery.
I hope very much to see you at one of the events.
  

Wells Art Contemporary

I’m honoured to be part of this selected exhibition, opening the evening of July 19th.

I’ll be showing 51 works from my recent watercolour sequences, in the beautiful Chapter House of Wells Cathedral.

More very soon on my recent wonderful trip to Orkney and Shetland.

Arusha Gallery March 2019; Shetland Notebooks launch; Ex Libris at Tremenheere Gallery.

    

Here are two of my works from my recent exhibition at Arusha Gallery in Edinburgh – my first there in five years.

I was very pleased with how the exhibition looked; there was a great crowd at the opening on February 28th; and many people bought copies of my new book, Shetland Notebooks & Sketchbooks, published by Guillemot Press.

The next book launch will be at Tremenheere Gallery just outside Penzance, on April 13th, at 3 pm, when my publisher Luke Thompson and I will talk about the book, and then at 3.30 we will lead a workshop on walking and writing (£15 per person). This event is part of the next Newlyn Society of Artists exhibition, entitled Ex Libris, which has it’s Opening Event on April 6th at 2pm (until 6pm).

  

  

 

 

 

New York, Ghost Tide, London, York, new work, thoughts…

Here is the link to the exhibition of British artists from the South West, opening this week at Agora Gallery in New York.

https://www.agora-gallery.com/ExhibitionAnnouncement/Discovery_11_10_2018.aspx

And this is the link to the page of my work:

https://www.agora-gallery.com/artistpage/Kate_Walters.aspx

Memory KW 50 x 70cm 2018 small file this is one of the works in the exhibition in New York…

 

And in York, U.K., at the New Schoolhouse Gallery, from now until the end of January:

NOW SHOWING: KATE WALTERS
THE START THAT FALLS FROM HEAVEN

Penzance-based artist Kate Walters’ The Start that Falls from Heaven is an extraordinary, deeply moving exhibition of works in oil and watercolour that were predominantly completed on the isles of Shetland and IonaThe exhibition overflows with motifs of the feminine, the mythical and the natural world and asks: What does it mean to be human, knowing, and living in the anthropocene age?

Here are some images:

1  My dog Keeps watch as I Pray watercolour 2016 KW 30 x 37 cm (not including frame) small file email to Eavan   4 Leaving Event 2016 Kate Walters 45 x 35 cm watercolour

 

Ghost Tide:

I was very happy to be part of Ghost Tide, an exhibition curated by Monika Bobinska and Sarah Sparkes, at Thames Side Studios in London recently. I spent an afternoon offering ‘hollow bone’ sessions (funded by Arts Council England); the pictures show me doing this work with visitors to the exhbition. This work was done in a ceremonial way, with drumming, trance,  and song.

Tuning in with hollow bone work Kate Walters Ghost London Oct 18    preparing for hollow bone Kate Walters Ghost Tide October 2018 London

Hollow bone ceremony at Ghost Tide London Kate Walters October 2018

 

http://www.canalprojects.info/exhibition.php?Id=87

The Ghost TideCurated by Monika Bobinska and Sarah Sparkes
at Thames-Side Studios
Supported using public funding by the National Lottery through Arts Council England.The Ghost Tide – coinciding with the festivals of Hallowe’en, All Souls and the Day of the Dead – takes as its starting point the perspective that ghosts exist as an idea, or as part of belief system, across cultures, across national borders and throughout recorded history.Most languages contain words to describe the ghost, spirit or immaterial part of a deceased person. Often, these words – like the type of ghost they describe – have traversed borders been assimilated across cultures.

The exhibition, situated next to the Thames Barrier in south-east London, evokes ghosts as a migratory tide of ghosts washed up along the shore of the Thames, their historical baggage in tow.

It also evokes the presence of artists in this part of London, as a migratory tide of creative flotsam and jetsam which ebbs and flows as the city gentrifies and develops.

Featured works include sculpture, installation, film, sound, performance and wall based works.

The exhibition will include installations and outdoor interventions, as well as public events and Sarah Sparkes’ GHost Research Library ghost library.

About the curatorsSarah Sparkes is an artist and curator. Her work, The GHost Formula, 2016, commissioned by FACT (Foundation for Art and Creative Technology) recently toured to NTMoFA (National Taiwan Museum of Fine Arts) as part of the exhibition No Such Thing As Gravity, curated by Rob LaFrenais.She was the 2015 recipient of the MERU ART*SCIENCE Award. Together with Ian Thompson, she was awarded a BEYOND artist residency at Allenheads Contemporary Arts, 2018. Her work is shown by New Art Projects London.Sparkes leads the visual arts and creative research project GHost, curating an on-going programme of exhibitions, performances and inter-disciplinary seminars interrogating the idea of the ghost.

GHost events have been supported by Folkestone Triennale, University of the Arts, University of London, FACT, NTMoFA and Arts Council of England. She has lectured and written widely on both ghosts and GHost.

www.ghosthostings.co.uk
www.theghostportal.co.uk 

Monika Bobinska is the director of CANAL, which organizes exhibitions and art projects in a variety of settings, and runs the North Devon Artist Residency
www.northdevonartres.org

Artists include Andrea G Artz, Chris Boyd, Davies Monaghan & Klein, Diane Eagles,Gen Doy, Sarah Doyle, Graham Dunning, Andrew Ekins, Charlie Fox, Katie Goodwin, Kio Griffith, Miyuki Kasahara, Calum F Kerr, Rob La Frenais, Liane Lang, David Leapman, Toby MacLennan, Laura Marker, Joanna McCormick, Josie McCoy, Jane Millar, Output Arts, Miroslav Pomichal, Quay Brothers, Anne Robinson, Edwin Rostron, Matt Rowe, Sarah Sparkes, Charlotte Squire, Sara Trillo, Kate Walters, Patrick White, Heidi Wigmore, Mary Yacoob, Yun Ting Tsai, Neda Zarfsaz.PV: Fri 19 October 6-8.30pm with performance by Gen Doy
CURATORS’ TALK: Sat 20 October 3-4pm
HOLLOW BONE ceremony with Kate Walters: Sat 27 October 3-6pm
DAY OF THE DEAD CLOSING PARTY: Sat 3 November 2-7.30pm
Papel Picado workshop 2-5pm
Make your own Day of the Dead cutouts with artist Sarah Doyle. Suitable for all ages, materials provided
Performances & artist led walk 2-5pm
Charlie Fox, Calum F Kerr, Joanna McCormick, in and around the gallery
Day of the Dead Feast 5-6pm
Refreshments will be served
International Film Screening 6pm
Haunting short films in the gallery by Chris Boyd, Liane Lang, Quay Brothers, Yun Ting Tsai, Neda ZarfsazThames-Side StudiosThames-Side Studios Gallery
Harrington Way, Warspite Road
London SE18 5NR
Open Thur-Sun 12-5pm and by appointment

The Way of Beauty: Iona Workshop 2019

Iona view to Dutchman's Cap    first glimpse Iona
The Iona workshop, the Way of Beauty, will be held at Iona hostel, an award winning hostel with bunk bed accommodation in rooms of 2, 3, 4, 5, or 6 beds.
 It is a very beautiful holy Island with a great deal of history and natural beauty. It is a ‘thin’ place where your dreams and vision are likely to be enhanced.
The price is £550 per participant, which will include teaching/workshop work from 10 am – 3/4pm daily, with a short break for resting/individual work in the late afternoon or after lunch, then evening work after dinner from around 7.30 – 9.30pm. We can arrive anytime after 2 pm on Monday October 7th (gathering for tea and introductions at 4pm), and stay there until the morning of Friday 11th October (leaving by 11am).
The workshop will focus on beauty and will include drawing, writing, painting, walking, dreaming, shamanic journeying (for those who would like it) with drumming and guidance, night/evening walks, elemental work, laughter,  and time for solitude. The Island is not large or hilly so the walking is not too demanding or ever very far (although it is around 1 km+ from the jetty to the hostel on a single track level road).
This time we will bring our own food or buy from the Island shop, and either cook for ourselves or share meals/food preparation – keeping it simple.
Staples such as rice and pasta are often left by previous travellers, but we can’t rely on that….
Travel to Iona is quite easy. Train or coach to Glasgow then train to Oban, ferry to Mull, bus to Fionnphort, then ferry to Iona, then walk….
By car you drive to Fionnphort (by ferry from Oban first) then park in the free car park which is 5 mins walk away from the ferry to Iona.
Combining this workshop with a little tour of Mull or Skye would make a very good trip…both islands have very varied landscapes and are very beautiful.
If you would like to book a place on this workshop please email me your confirmation, and I’ll give you payment details –  k.walters@outlook.com
Deposits will be refundable up to 6 months before the workshop, i.e.  the end of March 2019. After that it might be hard for me to fill places as most people like to plan well ahead.
Also please give me your permission to share your email addresses and mobile numbers with other people who have registered for the course.
There are 4 places left on this workshop…friends are welcome to come together!
   North Beach Iona  thistles near Abbey Iona  Sheep on the north Beach, Iona
Kate teaching Iona medal shining   to flicker to release mother Oak gall ink and watercolour 24 x 31 cm Kate Walters 2016  girl saint with her bird and protector Oak gall ink on paper 24 x 16 cm Kate Walters 2016
Abbey Museum detail book of Kells installation   light