My Wish

 

Music written, performed, produced & mixed by Gaynor Perry

Mastered by Cass Irvine

Painting & animation by Gaynor Perry

We can swiftly be swallowed up in this digital labyrinth, losing touch with the subtle impulses and rhythms of our being. Noise from the outside world can baffle the senses causing us to become estranged from ourselves.

I created My Wish in an attempt to encapsulate these ideas. How we relate to ourselves is the genesis of how we perceive others and our bearing in the world.

The song came first from the seed of a dream, and then a painting called A Soothsayer Lately.  I researched different ways to animate and it can get really complicated. So I settled on the simple method I used in my previous animation Agatha’s Secret. Creating frames in photoshop and importing them into iMovie.

I hope you enjoy this little adventure.

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Subliminal Artefact

 

Subliminal Artefact #1
wood, jute twine, unfired clay
w36 x h32 x d8 cm

Labouring under the sun while red kites glide and whistle overhead, I’ve been engaged in a kind of Medieval recall, compelling me to whittle wood. The shape of the wood called for some natural twine which I'm weaving, winding and plaiting. They are sticks I collected from woodland nearby.

Instinctively assembled these artefacts have no practical purpose. They're an echo, reminiscent of former times when we were all closely bonded to the land, governed by seasons and feudal lords. Back then, contraptions were devised to complete various everyday chores using readily available materials.

These simple objects serve as a totem for tactile connection with nature and our long forgotten tasks.

Subliminal Artefact #2 - The Weary Serf
wood, jute twine, cotton, wax, unfired clay
w50 x h32 x d15 cm

Music: The Safe - GP

Subliminal Artefact #3 
wood, jute twine, wax
w27 x h42 x d14 cm

Nahven, my spider daughter

 

Nahven, my spider daughter
h80 x w80 x d1cm, oil on board

Gravel Pit Understories

After work I found a quiet place in an old, overgrown gravel pit. Using leaf litter, and whatever natural debris is strewn about me, I’m meditatively organising these things until a sort of harmony is reached.

24 June 2024

The sound textures accompanying the film clips were created using my voice in a similarly free and spontaneous manner, conjuring up how it felt to compile each ephemeral array. 

 

25 June 2024

Initiating this land art arose from a desire to evolve my encephalic cleansing and spend meaningful time being tactile with nature. 

26 June 2024

28 June 2024

29 June 2024

While piecing together the final assemblage, I repeatedly heard popping sounds in the long grass around me. At first I thought it was twigs falling from the trees, but it was actually seed pods exploding. I only realised this because the seed pods I’d placed in the gravel pit portal burst in front of my eyes, surprising me.

Film, photography & sound by 

Gaynor Perry

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A Soothsayer Lately

A Soothsayer Lately
 h80 x w80 x d1cm, oil on board

This painting forms the foundation of my animation, My Wish.

Lost Empress

 

Lost Empress
h80 x w80 x d1cm, oil on board

Saint Dymphna's Medicine

 

composed, performed, produced & mixed by © ℗ Gaynor Perry

An act of kindness

What is you

What is me

Lost empress

Decipher her language

Slipping in and out of consciousness

Medicine

Saint Dymphna's Medicine

Illegible handwriting

Eerily crossing out

The art of persuasion

Bending and flexing 

And pushing and pulling

Medicine

Saint Dymphna's Medicine

An admission of guilt

Was it you

Was it me

Swallowed whole

By voluminous nights

Medicine

Saint Dymphna's Medicine

They keep trying to trick me

They keep trying to scare me

So

I'm cavorting with wild bears

Embracing the chaos

Medicine

Saint Dymphna's Medicine

Saint Dymphna's Medicine

7th century Irish princess Dymphna was fifteen years old when her own father, the Pagan King Damon, drew his sword and beheaded her because she refused to marry him after her mother’s death. So the legend goes. She had escaped the King’s horrendous advances by fleeing to Geel with her confessor priest, two trusted servants and the King’s fool. You can read more about Dymphna elsewhere, she's the patron saint of mental disorders. 

While I was incubating this piece, the component parts assembled themselves like one of those push up puppets - and there was Dymphna. I wanted to create a sanctuary. Somewhere soothing, benevolent and hopeful. 

There is of course much more to say, but you can always watch and listen.

Cover photo (GP)

Millpond, St Helen's Church, Welton, East Yorkshire 

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