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Katy Dove

December 1st 1970-January 27th 2015

It is with sadness that Scottish Art News reports the death of Glasgow-based artist and musician Katy Dove, aged forty-four. Dove's vibrant animations were invested with a sense of colour and rhythm, something she also applied to the music of Muscles of Joy, the all-female band which Dove was a key member of.

Dove was born in Oxford and grew up one of five sisters in Jemimaville on the Black Isle. After studying psychology at the University of Glasgow, Dove made jewellery before gaining a scholarship to Duncan of Jordanstone College of Art and Design in Dundee in 1996. Here Dove began to explore sculpture, and introduced animation to her automatic drawings with Fantasy Freedom (1999), a ninety-second film that formed the core of her degree show. Dove went on to become part of Zenomap, Scotland's first Venice Biennale show in 2003.

While recent works such as Meaning in Action (2013) continued her exploration of bodily movement, Dove's most recent exhibition was in 2014 at Duff House in Banff, and formed part of Generation, the nationwide year-long showcase of Scottish contemporary art over the previous twenty-five years. She is survived by her mother Maggie, sisters, Anna, Sarah, Lucy and Emma, and her partner, Tom Worthington.
Scottish Art News, May 2015



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