Katie Anderson

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

Month: March, 2013

Found objects

Coincidence. Is it or isn’t it? 

Myself and good friend Mairi have been pondering on this one since our discovery whilst out walking/exploring the other day, just off the beaten path.Image


‘Christian. Who could have thought that this path should lead us out of the way?’.. which progressed on to ‘Then, said the Giant, you have this night trespassed on me, by trampling in and lying on my grounds, and therefore you must go along with me.’

So whereas we weren’t directly tresspassing as such, it was a little odd for the book to be lying out as such just off the beaten path. 

We considered it could have been an art piece, in which case I have now ruined it… as it lies drying out on the radiator.

So coincidence. Is it or isn’t it?

Golf Trophies and de vitrification

And when something finally comes to fruition, after however long a period of sketching, visualising, testing, cursing (and so fortImageh) and this thing I have been imagining for so long is finally sitting in front of me – albeit often changed somewhat from my original plan – there is a pause.


A sort of reflection. Imagination to reality is never terribly direct for me, and the mishaps and bumps and scraps along the way become an intrinsic part of the way I identify with objects. The piece I have been working on for the Spring Fling Taster Exhibition (see here for details!) followed by a small trip to Stranraer and Annan has been a tricky one. This has been the first time I’ve entered into a group show so large that none of the works were made or indeed chosen with the others in mind. I’ve deliberated and ‘hummed and hawwed’ for so long. But this is just what it is.

Past ideas of hideously precious, delicacy as normal was lost somewhere along the way, and it has taken on a clunky-ness. I’ve grown to love it anyways, a relationship often builds between my and an object as it develops but it’s not quite unconditional. There’s something not quite right. Following conversations (or warnings?) of a sort of trophy-ism, I’m not sure whether or not this piece has crossed the line yet. 

It will take probably until after the exhibition for me to feel sure about what it is or isn’t. Which is mildly infuriating as by then, it will be too late. None the less, progress is progress – so at least the next one might be better. So in conclusion, I’m not as happy as I’d like to be, but not as unhappy as I could be.. And at least if nothing else I’ve learned a lot (and I know what de vitrification looks like!)


Patience is a Virtue…(?)



Home made de-waxing equipment is clearly the way forward. 

And there is nothing like a deadline to make me loose sleep and get stuff done at last. So off I am attempting (what currently feels like) the impossible. 24 hours later – the kiln is gradually starting to cool down. Fingers crossed. 

In all fairness, my kiln is far cleverer than I was giving it credit – I feel I have grown inexpicably closer to it in these past 24 hours. That could all change if the glass doesn’t work – I find myself asking why I always throw myself in at the deep end! In any case, resin is on the go as emergency back up. I hate to be beaten by materials!!

What was that about patience being a virtue?

Defining Community, Defining Engagement

Community noun

/kəˈmjuː.nə.ti/-t ̬i/ [C + singular or plural verb]


•the people living in one particular area or people who are considered as a unit because of their common interests, social group or nationality

•There’s a real sense of community (= caring and friendly feeling) in this neighbourhood.

•specialised a group of animals or plants that live or grow together

•the community

•the general public



the notion of community has been on my mind recently, a growing (is it growing, or has it always been this way?) obsession (if you could call it that) within modern society (have we become societies rather than communities?) -the bypassing of a traditional sense of community in favour of high-speed gadgetry and increasing suspicion of strangers (and the unknown?).


This has come about partially from a new temporary installation I have been considering for the past week or two as I drive past my chosen site. Part guerrilla tactics, part brick-like subtlety I’m mulling it over quietly, frustration bubbling under the surface. 


Partially too, as ‘community engagement’ becomes the driving force behind the initial stage of another project that I am helping out with (see the Stove’s project blog ferrythorn.blogspot.com.) What constitutes ‘the community’ within a place in 21st century Scotland? How can you truly engage with a group of people and to what end? Define engagement.


Origami boats in abundance when the Stove landed in Wigtown Primary last week
Source: http://www.ferrythorn.blogspot.com


Engagement noun (begin fighting)


[C or U] specialised the act of beginning to fight someone, or a period trim time in a war. [?]


hopefully not..


“Island elders [..] in North Uist spoke of the disconnection of the young from the places, local knowledge, languages and traditions that give meaning and practical guidance – ‘stiùir’ – in their lives. In our cities we’re all implicated in the disconnection between the production of energy and our squandering of it, between the waste we generate and its continuing presence elsewhere, between our economics and our ethics, between the young and any prospects that might draw them into a sense of responsibility, engagement and agency.” (From an article by Ruth Little here


As my work in Kirkcudbright starts to feel more like a ‘residency’ the need to connect what I am doing more closely with the place (and consequently the community) that I am working in is becoming more pronounced. The need for stand-alone art is being over run with a need to place the work within my own context. I am scheming…