Sunday, 3 January 2010

Our Morphing Love

Our Morphing Love from Gaynor Perry on Vimeo.







2009 was an adrenaline-fuelled year, for one reason or another. It was great to experience the adrenaline for it's 'fight or flight' purpose and not just for fear of leaving the house...*!* Being close to the lions in Johannesburg at the end of last year was the perfect antidote for that. I went for four fierce days, all the budget would allow - worth every penny!


I wrote this song a few years ago & the painting came soon after. Prompted by vivid dreams. I was delighted to discover Rodney Nombekana's photos of Kev & Meg in the water back in March 2009, it felt like the painting & music were coming to life...

Guitars: Noko 440


There's a film, www.whitelionthemovie.com. At the South African Film and Television Awards (SAFTAS) White Lion was nominated for several awards including Best Cinematography /DOP in a feature film (Michael Swan), Best Music Composition in a feature film (Phillip Miller) and Best Sound Design in a feature film (Ivan Millborrow, Nicky De Beer and Charlotte Buys). The film won all the categories it was nominated for.

"According to the legend of the Shangaan, white lions are the messengers of the gods, but it has been years since one has been seen in their remote African valley. When a white lion is miraculously born into that valley, a young Shangaan named Gisani, finds himself destined to protect this rare and magnificent creature at all costs. This young lion, whom will be known as Letsatsi, is cast from his pride and forced to embark upon a perilous journey of survival."


"Cat's Cradle Twisters: Hamon": oil on board, 50 x 50 cm

"hamon" is Japanese, meaning "ripple, ring on the water". It also means "blade pattern" in terms of Japanese swords.

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OUR MORPHING LOVE

The wildest dream; you touch me & I ripple
It's your turn now in our game of cat's cradle
How you can touch me when I'm sleeping
I'm seeing flames dance in the machine

One night will catch us wishing; pulling our strings together
One night will catch us calling ocean twisters to us
Our morphing love

Oh, I can sing to wild horses
Curl myself up into a ball
You can send a bomb to wake me
You can laugh at my scattering soul

One night will catch us wishing; pulling our strings together
One night will catch us calling ocean twisters to us
Our morphing love

Whirled around unfolding to our love
The fractures flicker in the heat
Twisting up a the midnight sky

Our morphing love