Kate Boxer
These individual numbered works are produced using an intaglio technique; drypoint. Using copper plates on which the artist has made incisions or indents with a 'scribe'. When the ink is applied and then wiped off, ink remains caught in the marks and create the image.
All are either in the gallery or available to order. All can be framed (in either black or white) to show the Deckle-edged paper. More about Kate
Elephant, Drypoint, 73 x 82cm, £1,140.00
Blue Wolf, Drypoint and Chine collee, 73 x 99cm, £1,500.00
Polar Bear, Carborundum and Chine collee, 71 x 94cm, £1,500.00
Crab, Drypoint, carborundum and gouache, 66 x 83cm, £1,500.00
Goat, Drypoint and carborundum, 65 x 82cm, £1,280.00
Saratoga Pig, Drypoint and carborundum, 71 x 81cm, £1,140.00
Snake III, Drypoint and carborundum, 25 x 33cm, £675.00
Red wolf, Drypoint and Chine collee, 72 x 72cm, £1,140.00
Stevie Sitting, Drypoint, 107 x 74cm, £1,280.00
I won't eat you... Drypoint, Chine collee and gouache, 86 x 118cm, £1,700.00
Come here... Drypoint and oil pastel, 86 x 109cm, £1,650.00
Jack Boleardo, Drypoint, 20 x 25cm, £675.00
Jackdaw, Drypoint and Indian ink, 30.5 x 25.5cm, £675.00
Dick Turpin on his way to York... Drypoint, 49 x 55cm, £880.00
Cormorant, Drypoint on coloured paper, 73 x 48cm, £935.00
Backy, Drypoint, carborundum and hand colour, 7.5 x 86.5cm, £1,140.00
I Robert, Drypoint, hand coloured, 62 x 67cm, £935.00
Gull, Drypoint and carborundum, 47 x 160cm, £1,140.00
Skate, Drypoint and carborundum, 50 x 50cm, £825.00
Geronimo, Drypoint and Chine collee, 19 x 24cm, £675.00
About the artist
Fantail Dove, Drypoint, 25cm x 24cm, £675.00
In the dialled-up, high-contrast sunshine of a perfect midsummer’s day, Kate Boxer emerges from her kaleidoscopic cottage garden, enthusing, apologising and welcoming us in a tumble of words. Kitted out in a dark navy boiler-suit, she thrums with energy – her hands directing her conversation as she leads us into the cool and dark of the farm’s kitchen.
Her Sussex home is idyllic. This is no artfully constructed slice of shabby-chic rural England; it is blissful, natural, bucolic and bohemian. A time-worn, wood-smoke- and oil-scented farmhouse, jumbled and patched through centuries of habitation; acres of land – tall, rhythmic grasses, hotly fragrant herb beds, pigs, chickens and heady views of the surrounding hills.
As Kate dives in and out of buildings and pathways, her enthusiasm for the life that surrounds her is evident. Her Kunekune pigs, Bob, Belinda and Barbara, welcome her like a true old friend, delighting in being scratched and crooned over. Her chickens, too, fuss about her as she hustles them out of a beautifully constructed coop. Only the donkeys – Jeremy and Joanie – remain surly-looking, possibly immune to her charm.
Kate was born and raised in the Sussex hills, but left her childhood home behind for university in Edinburgh and family life in London. It was only when, a decade ago, the farm was left to her by an aunt she found herself drawn back.
A love of food, of drink – and of “being together around the table” – clearly draws this family together; Kate speaks with warmth and pride about her boys and their place in this foodie dynasty (“we are so lucky, and we so enjoy what they do,” she says). “Charlie’s mother [Arabella Boxer] was an incredible and renowned food writer; her books were – and still are – really amazing, so good and so ahead of their time.” Kate darts around her little kitchen, brewing intense, dark coffee. “My mother was a really good country cook,” she explains. “All chaos and mess, like me.”