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ARTSVP: In conversation with artist Kate Howe
SELECTED WRITING & PRESS
WRITING
Read, listen at look at Howe's text-based work at their SubStack.
Writing my research proposal for my Ph.D. broke open some new paintings.
I understood it after I walked out on her
The day I recognizing my therapist was a narcissist, and fired her was the day I healed from the trauma I brought to her feet: how could I stop being so susceptible to narcissists?
On love in the face of impending loss.
1 July 2023 - Precariousness haunts the job of being an artist. Engaging in the generative process from that place is an heroic act of denialism, compartmentalization, or surrender. Maybe all three.
A poem traversing the pandemic as we went in and out of lockdown, written in several parts. October 2020, London.
The transportative qualities of memory
March 17, 2021.
Written in the Wild Parlour and performed live for the group. Video of the performance is at the Wild Parlour website.
Read in the Templum 6 May, 2023 before a social performance in which about twenty people communicated through the waxed paper surface of the Templum via the heat in their hands, an infinite intimacy.
Rupture & Practice - A Manifesto
As we built RuptureXIBIT, we found that our ethos made the space, and holding the ethos built the community, and then the community was the ethos. We are Rupturists.
The mechanism of unpickability
I presented my research archive of images of Susanna and the Elders produced between 1250 and 1750 as a work in its own right, building a side altar, including a devotional painting, and an offering.
Written after reading Deluze on Kant with the Wild Parlour. Philosophy helps me let go of the idea that anything can be known, and when I let go, my practice, my understanding of practice, evolves.
This is a thought experiment I use to allow conceptual pieces to come to life in my mind. They then don't even need to be made. I watch the film once in my mind & the piece is complete.
Susanna's Howling Liver (delivered unto the organ of healing)
This site-specific installation was the beginning of the Intimacies, of the internal landscapes, shared secrets, whispered truths and warped and woven lies that form the typography of spoken work.
Never before shared writing about traveling to the studio during the pandemic in a strange land during lockdown.
Written after mudlarking in a sandy crook of the Thames - this poem recounts the creation of the installation, that piece creating the performance, and me running around doing the bidding of both.
Written a few days after performing this spontaneous ritual, nude, in a shopfront window in Hampton Wick.
Written by Kate Howe, edited by Jonathan Miles.
I often understand what my work is really about only months after it is complete, and I've been staring at it, and the thing I can't escape, I write, and so learn: this painting is about slippage.
A villanelle calling back to those who came before.
A short fragment…
Written in November, 2020, performed during a night of intimate readings in a performance of the same name at The Crypt Gallery, April 2023.
It does indeed have to do with healing.
A short note I wrote to myself as I was discussing the building and installation of the Infinite Intimate and the Templum with my mother, who lives in California.
The (slow, intimate, eternal) Polemics of Pulling
Lawless Imagination: Society, Aesthetic Surprise, and the Extended Encounter is found in a radical shift in Howe's new work.
On the occasion of deaf ears and exhausted bent heads
A poem in response to a witnessing.
…a few days after my birthday.
A biomythographic examination of name tags, ticket stubs, and patches, pins and post-it notes.
She wore a yellow suit and sat still on Sundays
Inspired by a recent portrait of a favorite writer of mine, my mind removed the painted image, re-peopled it as a new she, this scene opened in my mind, transformed, and a sonnet came out.
Microfiction from a non-human perspective.
A short story.
A poem about the deepening, narrowing focus of my practice around the radical act of intense noticing.
A story of necessary preparation.
Intensification Machine is a performative, experimental installation-in-progress taking place at RuptureXIBIT now through 21 January.
La chaise, la silla, la sedia, a cadeira, & pessoa
A spontaneous performative response to gendered nouns and the thread of memory.
A poem from deep within a six-year undiagnosed illness, now identified, healing.
Hello and welcome to the Infinite Intimate.
My name is Kate Howe. Welcome to the home for the intimate writings and recordings produced from within the body of my visual work. I'm a multi-disciplinary artist living in London…