Friday, 7 September 2018

A Momentous Meeting

I was sitting quietly under an oak tree, watching the shadows of hawks and planes on the field, when this lovely visitor stopped to look me in the eye. I have never seen the deer so close. She was completely unperturbed by my presence. The meeting felt momentous.

The following night I dreamed I saw my future self. I was lost, and she stepped out of a gold door to meet me. I am comforted by this vision. Reassured the woman I will become towards the end of my life is looking out for me, willing me into being.




Coincidentally, this is the same location the falcon, Ruby, visited whilst I was exploring the footsteps of my childhood in A Child's Rumour.

Below, my journey to the field, through the enchanting light.



Following on from this fortuitous encounter with the roe deer I created a book Journeys Through The Enchanting Light:

I am fortunate to live within an hour walking distance from my place of work. This daily commute takes me through fields where foxes pounce over swaying wheat and where Canada geese convene after harvest. I trace the old pathways along stretches of farmland under tangled boughs collecting my thoughts, capturing these images on my phone. Often stopped in my tracks by thorns, a torn shirt sleeve. Occasionally catching sight of a fleeting roe deer.

Sometimes I travel further afield to embrace the woods at Bookham Commons or the ruins of Walsingham Abbey. My spirit reaches there before my eyes do.

In the new world uncontrolled industry permeates the air, while the old world remains under the spell of nature illuminated by the enchanting light.


Saturday, 5 May 2018

Cat of the Heavens







concept, film, & music
composed, performed & produced by
© ℗ Gaynor Perry

Still from Cat Of The Heavens film featuring Amanda Hull as 'Fidella'.
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Since I was a bird I made a nest
I took my light from the stars lying in the snow
I drew my soul from the aquifer below
since I was a bird

All the garages are besieged by vines
ruthless winter speaks to the worms with an icy tongue

The world and her moon are a theatre for you
so take a spider bite with good grace and spin in space

Cat of the heavens
strange harmony in the hearth light
a watcher in the woods - what are you thinking about?
Fold me into your little paws
I promise not to fly away

Open up, open up, open up
the doors of the sky

The world and her moon are a theatre for you
so take a spider bite with good grace and spin in space

Cat of the heavens
strange harmony in the hearth light
a watcher in the woods - what are you thinking about?
Fold me into your little paws
I promise not to fly away

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Cat of the Heavens is the final piece for my album, which is called A CHILD'S RUMOUR. I have loved the adventure of creating this body of work. Each song is a real-time audio export of my personal circumstances over the past 5 years ‎intertwined with memories. Losing myself in creating these sounds is invaluable to being self-defined and expression in this field seems to be a vital component of my daily human life. Yet, ultimately, I am a woman wishing to become a bird.‎‎ :-)




Sunday, 25 February 2018

The Spy & Other Stories



“Often uncanny and verging on unnerving, these beautifully selected black and white shots are rich with a mythical quality all of their own. Perry invites you to share her wonder in the mysteries of nature and folklore, revealing the underlying narratives that she feels so strongly to be true.” – Eleanor Pearce, artist

“The bright shadows left by future dreams once remembered.” – Andrew Back, artist


Imagine telling an epic story about 
yourself and the world through your eyes 
that isn't a lie. 

I had some really vivid dreams last night that highlighted to me the power of being inspired by and appreciating nature; how that sense of awe can feel like being lifted into the air, akin to flight. I think wildness came through very strongly and spoke to the wildness in me. 

In one of the dreams, I met a stag and somehow I knew this: If you meet a stag in the heather, and he bows to you, be sure to step to the side before you return a low bow so he will know you revere him in greeting. Otherwise, he will crush your skull with his antlers.

This world is not what it seems, 
and it is certainly not what we are told it is. 
In truth, there is no sense of order here,
 so our little hearts crave stories that glue us together.

Sentinel, St Anne's Well, East Yorkshire

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a solo exhibition by Gaynor Perry
featuring black & white photography
at the Peggy Jay Gallery
Burgh House, New End Square, London NW3 1LT

Wednesday 16 to Sunday 27 May, 2018
Preview: Wednesday 16 May 6.30pm-8.30pm

The exhibition is open 12-5pm
Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays & Sundays
(nearest tube Hampstead)



The Unexpected Falcon

We were gifted with an unexpected visit by an unaccompanied falcon whilst making the film for my song 'A Child's Rumour'. We could see from the tags on her legs that her name was Ruby. She arrived in a very timely manner, a bell sounding her arrival; I had just asked the little girl in the film to run around an oak tree, as if to make a spell.

Ruby stayed for a while on the ground, and performing low swoops over our heads. Her raptorial presence amazed and inspired us. She then followed us from above as we walked home through the old, wooded pathways by the fields.

Perhaps our imagination exists beyond ourselves, reaching out for the things we love – and maybe all of nature is listening, waiting for a chance to reach back.

Film here  Album here  More here

Exhibition
The Spy
Portrait of Bourne, Senescent Tree
Portrait of Bert
The Dawn has a lot to Offer
M├Ądchen - mixed media, hand-made puppet

Monday, 5 February 2018

Goodwood Lambs


Welcome to the world.










Beautiful ewes with their newborn lambs at the Goodwood Estate, West Sussex.  Some of the lambs had just arrived that morning. Above is a distinctive Southdown ewe.


Couldn't ignore this striking couple.


Thursday, 14 September 2017

St Anne's Well

There is little known about St Anne's Well – an ancient holy well, originally called Wealletune after the place-name (Welton, East Yorkshire), adopted by Christianity and re-named St Anne's Well in c.1080. Prior to that it is believed to have been a place of pagan ritual, the well being a portal to the Otherworld. It's particularly meaningful to me as I played around the site of the well as a child. Unaware of the history beneath my feet at that time, I continue to be drawn back there in dreams.

"... the holy well stands before a long, if tiny and ill-lit, corridor of history with doors leading off into many unexpected and little-visited rooms..." James Rattue, author of The Living Stream.

The well has been covered with stone slabs for a long time, a tree has tried to grow over it.  It has been sheltered here over the years in the grounds of Welton House, a large estate which was demolished in 1952.

An archeological report made of an area near the well recovered early prehistoric, Iron Age, Roman and early medieval pottery from a  layer of ‘hillwash’ above the natural chalk; the presence of these pottery fragments testifies to early settlement in the vicinity of the site, including some which could date to the late 11th century, when the well came into being.  

Welton House 1923
I was fortunate to be granted access to the site recently and was delighted to discover the well and natural spring which is still seeping from the ground. It is awe inspiring to imagine the people gravitating to this water-source with their fears and desires over the years. For at least a thousand years, this ancient spring has served a multitude of needs. I hope to convey a sense of this timeless promise in the photographs below. 


The water is trickling into here. The well itself is about 3 metres to the right.
St Anne's Well (covered)





There are deer who have been on this plot of land for decades, they eat these leaves, a neat fringe.
Ganoderma Applanatum 
White Holly


This is an excerpt from my 40 minute immersive soundscape, incorporating CymaScope imagery by John Stuart Reid. It was first shown at Islington Arts Factory in April 2017 on the opening night of my solo exhibition How Shall I Get Elephants To Stay. Within the Cymascope instrument the surface of pure water offers a kind of super-sensitive membrane and by imprinting sounds onto the liquid surface, unique patterns of sound energy are created for every unique sound.

As the soundscape evolves, various bird calls sing out, while at the still centre is the heron. The heron is an enigmatic being richly featured in mythology and folklore. For me, herons can be the most beautiful creatures to grace our skies, and whenever I see one I instinctively feel it is a 'good omen'; somehow they chime with me.  In St Anne's Well, the heron may be both guardian or oracle, but always an enduring presence in our subconscious landscapes.


Ganoderma Applanatum

Ganoderma Applanatum, otherwise known as The Artist’s Conk. I found this one growing on a tree next to the well, I didn’t know its name at the time but thought it looked interesting, so I took it as a memento. It was fed by St Anne’s Well, Wealletune. So, apart from dreams where I roam these grounds and sleep in the water, wrapping it around me like a blanket, it is now tangible, I can hold it in my hand.