ANNA WALKER
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  • 2003-2023

Anna Walker is an artist–researcher working across image, sound, and text.



Is it time? (Video, 2023), 13.44 minutes in length) emerged from collaborative Zoom meetings, and workshops between Anna Walker, Pepa Ivanova, Carol Liadler, and Siobhan O Neill, in 2022. The voiced memories (in order): Carol Laidler, Anna Walker, Pepa Ivanova, and Siobhan O Neill. The footage is from a Zoom meeting of a workshop by Siobhan O Neill, and Pepa Ivanova's walk through her home town in Bulgaria. It was recorded, assembled and edited by Anna Walker in 2022.


News:

Awakening Ancestral Wisdom:

An Introductory Writing & Creative Course


September - December 2025

A six-part online course working with writing, creative practice and intergenerational memory.

The sessions introduce a year-long practice of attending to ancestral lines through text, image and ritual.


For more information: Ancestral I

Details for a year long practice: Ancestral II

Contact: [email protected]


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Invocation: the shape of things (2025)

Exhibition: Blue Lotus Foundation, London
Soundwork and fine art giclée prints on Hahnemühle Photo Rag, 210 × 297 mm.


Catalogue available December 2025.

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Walk and Walk, PhD research (2015), 4.26 minutes, is a sound piece, which uses the echoing voice, repetition of language and word games to explore the concept of flashbacks and anchor the fragility of remembering a traumatic event. Overlapping language begins to make audible the idea that memory is not linear and doesn’t arise from a straightforward remembering, rather it meanders, wanders and repeats.

The Dead, Plymouth City Museum & Art Gallery, 2015-2016. Made for '48 Portraits,' by Gerhard Richter. I started exploring how the names felt in my mouth, the difficulty of their pronunciation. Alongside my voice are layered recordings from exhibition openings at the Tate and the Berlin Biennale. The echo, whispers and delays are reminiscent of the first line of a Billy Collins poem: "The dead are always looking down on us, they say."