Katie Anderson

Artist based in South West Scotland; interested in people, places, materials and collaborative practice.

Month: November, 2012

Concrete Shrine Attempt 1

  More prototypes, this time the shrine type objects I have been blethering about for a while now… these are the first attempts to visualise this notion – and it may take a while to come to it’s full state of being… It’s only taken about 24 hours to persuade these to upload, so apologies […]

Bone China Light Test 1

So it’s been one of those weeks. A lot has happened, and kiln successes have been had. See, not the moon, but initial light experiments with Powfoot shore casts in bone china. The intention involves having these installed successfully in two weeks time for the Open Weekend (8th to 9th December). These feel more like […]


Another whirlwind of a week. Wednesday and Thursday were spent on my research trip to the Liverpool Biennial (finally!), although it had a different feel to the last time I visited in 2010 – this may be due to myself as much as the event – the venues contrasted against one another strangely from the LJMU Copperas Hill Building, an empty post depot (?) which was somewhat creepy – but I did love the City States Tour, the New Contemporaries much less so – to the Cunard Building. Once the ‘arrival lounge’ for First Class sailing passengers according to their information boards, and containing some of my favourite works.

Back at Home, preparations are under way for the WASPS studios Open Studios Weekend, my first opportunity to discuss my work and a deadline point for all the works in progress – so the pressure is on to get all those pieces in the midway point to a displayable stage. The dates are the 8th and 9th of December, 10am ’til 4pm – I recommend making the trip to Kirkcudbright, and about ten other studios will be open, so it should be a worthwhile endeavour. I even hear there may be mince pies and mulled wine on offer!

My other sparkle of good news is having been accepted for the Spring Fling 2013 event next May. It’s another deadline point – a measuring stage, but on a slightly larger platform. It’s also somewhat nerve-wreaking, as well as being on quite a big scale as art events go, it’s also represents a very wide range of styles and types of art – of which mine sits somewhere slightly separate from much of it  as the conceptual, contemporary basis. However I hope it will be a really useful experience… now to get all those half finished ideas into the next stage.



After a week of InBetween: Dumfries, I left with a sense of community, of shared goals, building relationships – connections – like join-the-dot constellations as what previously felt like an island in a never ending sea, becomes a series of interconnected places, with a sense of shared common ground.
At one end of things, notions of diversifying, re-examining the familiar and seeing with new eyes, from new perspectives.
Regeneration was the subject of the day – and art’s responsibility (?)/potential/possibility within it. A dissatisfaction, a ‘system under strain’ is opening up the possibility in others, and a range of speakers opened the eyes and minds of a captivated audience.
It has been a week of:
compulsive note-taking
coffee overdose
Bill Drummond
and scones and vodka with Catherine the Great and Voltaire…
it’s been a memorable eye opener of a week, and thanks go to the optimistic and positively driven Stove team, and best wishes to all those from Pontypool, Hexham and all the local people buzzing with energy.
Over dinner with The Lost Supper, our conversation topic given was regeneration.. which with a little alteration became generation – and word association ensued.
Talking about my Generation
mobility scooter capital (not my phrasing) vs a teenage migration
And now to the monoprint, which was from a while ago and didn’t do much… but recently has gained its own symbolism. A notion of projected freedom, or an idea of freedom, perceived freedom. And so, as the migration of young people to urban places, cities, perception, is reflected in the annual geese migrations overhead.

Creativity on Tap


They say that the best way to write a blog is with regular/on time/weekly/daily – whatever – posts, but unfortunately for me,creativity doesn’t come on tap.

My practise is splintered by irregularity – I can be immersed in work for days, or spend a week – more – pottering. Making coffee,reading, wandering, tidying up.

Art for me is not instant. We are not computers; there is no switch to flick, and time – measured, passed, lost, is all a part of making. The appreciation is not often instant either, art is not necessarily meant to be observed, decoded and understood in an instant, moving immediately onto the next.

In that way, Kirkcudbright is just right. Nothing is immediate, and everything takes time. And that’s the way it should be, has to be, before I make anything worth a second glance.