Tuesday, 21 December 2010

While We Contemplate This

*While We Contemplate This from Gaynor Perry on Vimeo.

It's not about you, it's not about me either
It's not about the birds in the sky or how deep is the river
& while we contemplate this why don't we kiss

You look me up, you look me down
& I can feel the way you talk to me, it's a beautiful sound
& as the story still unfolds, I hold your hand in the dark & wonder
Could our lust turn to love

It's not about you, it's not about me either
It's not about the birds in the sky or how deep is the river
& while we contemplate this why don't we kiss

You reel me in with your longing stare
What's underneath - the logic's bare, is there a heart in there to feed
& although your hands can do a little dance all through the show
It's not romance, as such, it doesn't go that deep


Another verse, another man to muse upon
& it's not long before you're under my skin
I caught a glimpse of something more inside the heart
The mind, the soul of you - it's burning from within

In your stream of thoughts I’m free
A figurine amongst the debris
Look at us in the battle dust
Our little hearts are just caught up
And in your flow of words I fall
I made a veil with them, that’s all
I slip away in your refrain
This tenderness caught in a flame


It's not about you, it's not about me either
It's not about the birds in the sky or how deep is the river
& while we contemplate this why don't we kiss


Written, performed & produced © Gaynor Perry

Available to download:

Tenderness Caught In A Flame
oil on board , 70 x 70 cm

Thursday, 9 December 2010

The Spy



This is "The Spy" from my painting, 111.









With the Pussycat Estelle ...




Hair & Props: Estelle Riviere
Concept & Photography: Gaynor Perry

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video

...'scuse my French

Friday, 12 November 2010

Monsterlune Performance at Torture Garden

I was delighted to be asked to play the PURPLE CAT in Estelle Riviere's Monsterlune performance at the Torture Garden Halloween Ball this year. It was the best fun I've had in ages.

Here are some of the photos that Anne Laymond took of the show, it was a "Diabolical Wedding".









Some backstage shots I took on my phone camera:


The Bride


The Groom


One of the kids ...

... So mischievous, we had to take this crazy kid on an outing







to be continued ...


Estelle Riviere
www.monsterlune.com

Sunday, 27 June 2010

From the Notebook of Prade the Figgis



2 August
For my own entertainment, I wept today. Shut up me for wimbling on, gasping. Afraid to bend for three days with broken, crossed-out eyes, and looking very shifty. Figgis. Merging uncertainly with columbine, spiders creepy crawling. Off with me to the lanky tree line, careful not to step upon bending grasses. How long did it take me, Prade the Figgis, whilst wallowing in the meagre satchel?


3 August
Concubine, tuft and trumpton are all good words to use when talking to grasses. It is one of life’s greatest pleasures to listen to their music and to embrace the topsy-turvy images they conjure up. Figgy me. Last night I tangled and wrangled in the emotional threads of someone else’s brain fever and now feel the need to voice my concerns, but to whom? My day undulated with the fall out and I wonder whether I should be sitting in that special space. I’m waiting for the marshes to dissipate, waiting to disappear.


5 August
I’ve been fly catching – not a pretty sight. Flummoxing around like a fool, blurting out. At odds with myself actually. On recollecting, mustering up, pre-fabricating I must hover. Poor rabbit, he drew near but only because he was dying – his nose bitten. Forgotten in a bed of thistle down. I called over to the goats and they came and kissed me – beautiful it was. They climbed up to show me their ancient horns. I touched them and wondered whether they were forever. I think so Figgis.



6 August
GĂ©rard Depardieu has also got a big nose. He blew it hard one day and I felt it from here.


8 August
Been busy. Squabbled with myself when I awoke, then thought of nothing while I filtered through soil with my fingers. I toyed with the idea of erecting a monocle until the jezebel hussy ripped through from the other side, sounding like wind whipping through ice sheets. Shivering insect rhythms. I can tell no one about this, apart from my big toe who is a very good listener. Meanwhile, a wood pigeon flew my way. He fluttered and whistled, turning at a steep angle. Seeking refuge from my gaze in nearby branches. Quite an uncanny manoeuvre I thought, I must have made him start. Flap, flap.


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Prade the Figgis, oil on board, 50 x 50 cm
... here is the Jezebel Hussy



Friday, 25 June 2010

Twilight Shift - Lucha Underground

Twilight Shift from Gaynor Perry on Vimeo.

Lucha Underground at the Resistance Gallery was, quite frankly, beyond my wildest dreams. It's full speed ahead on the visual feast. Sexy. Exciting. Mad. A truly spirited evening.  I put together this "Twilight Shift" as a memento of the occasion with the photographs I took that night and some music I created.

 I've written parts for Sarah Anne Robins (flute) and Robert Schuck (clarinet) on several pieces. They bring great warmth to my music, lots of heart and soul. I particularly admire their improvisations, I think they really enhance the atmosphere of the tune. The Turkish Nay which Robert plays, in particular, adds a wonderful layer of spooky mist.

Here's some more of the Lucha Britannia talent.
























Philip Bedwell . Marnie Scarlet . Tammy Torture . Benjamin Louche . Garry Vanderhorne . Shiro Yoshida . Miranda Barrie . Jonathan Ross


RESISTANCE GALLERY 265 Poyser Street Bethnal Green London E2 9RF