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21st Century Music Room w80 x h80 x d1cm, oil on board |
GAYNOR PERRY
artist
Friday, 20 February 2026
21st Century Music Room
Thursday, 8 January 2026
Listening Intently
Animated paintings, a clay self‑figure, and a haunting vocal soundscape intertwine to explore memory, place, and the slow unearthing of the self through attentive listening to landscape and origin.
Thursday, 25 December 2025
Walking With Joff (quadriptych)
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Walking With Joff: 1. Reflexion |
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Walking With Joff: 2. Undertow |
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Walking With Joff: 3. Companion |
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Walking With Joff: Archaeology |
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Walking With Joff: 1. Reflexion, 2. Undertow, 3. Companion, 4. Archaeology |
Saturday, 4 October 2025
The Nelson Imperative
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The Nelson Imperative w80 xh80 x d1 cm, oil on board |
This painting emerged somnambulantly from the fertile ground of dreams and subconscious mystery. It begins with the copse — a childhood haunt located in Welton, East Yorkshire, yet metaphysically rooted deep in my psyche.
The copse holds talismanic power within my subconscious. Whenever I find myself among its gnarly boughs, I know I am stepping into an ancient threshold where something potent will be revealed. In this incarnation, the copse appears in unfamiliar geography, and I discover it anew from the end of a lush garden. I see it bathed in ethereal light that deepens and blooms with growing intensity as the sun sets.
Rather than being planted in earth, the tall, thin trees stand in a body of clear, calm water, their expressive roots anchored by rocks. The scene feels precarious — poised on the precipice of unravelling. Illuminated by golden light, one slender trunk, in particular, resembles a leg straining to break free from the formation.
At this moment, the entire copse loosens from its fragile aquatic moorings and tumbles into the water. I stand in exultant disbelief, watching the impossible unfold as an age-old enchantment is broken. Five men appear, lying on a shore, dressed like Horatio Nelson. Once bound within the copse and now released.
A crowd gathers to witness this supernatural occurrence.
“The Copse has fallen,” I declare. “The Copse has fallen.”
It’s a momentous occasion.
The Nelson Imperative, in this dreamscape, speaks to all women as a call to reclaim the power long buried beneath enchantment, silence, or expectation. It marks the awakening of strategic brilliance, visionary leadership, and mythic selfhood — not borrowed from history, but unearthed from within.
While the Nelsonic figures conjured by my subconscious may be something of a conundrum — steeped in historical baggage and seemingly at odds with feminine modes of power — I take them as totemic sparks. Tinctures of disruption and awakening.
This painting is an invitation to recode Nelson: not as a patriarchal relic, but as a vessel for feminine mythic power.
Tuesday, 2 September 2025
Mendlehurst
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Mendlehurst w80 x h80 x d1 cm, oil on board |
Lean into the gulf. Open your arms and swallow-dive into the bleak nothing.
Old recollections of deafening silence — a malleable silence.
A radio silence so dense, take a hollow bite. Blood-thudding eardrum isolation.
Revel in absence. Lean wide, and arrive at Mendlehurst.
Refuel in Mendlehurst’s responsive terrain, build from here.
Painting, audiovisual composition and vocal layering by Gaynor Perry
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Wednesday, 23 July 2025
Magnetic Field of Becoming
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Magnetic Field of Becoming h80 x w80 x d1cm, oil on board |
In this expansive, fertile territory, peregrine resonance propagates — an expression of sentience where troublesome thoughts churn in ungovernable dissonance. Only through concerted independence can I sense their subterranean rumble: a sonic architecture forming beneath awareness. And only by attuning to the ambient, life-affirming currents can I advance.
Sunday, 15 June 2025
Six Ravens Sleeping
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Six Ravens Sleeping h80 x w80 x d1cm, oil on board |
Six Ravens Sleeping is a painting I created from a dream — not a visual replica, but a vessel for the dream’s feeling. Though the image on the board strays far from what I saw in sleep, it captures the atmosphere, the emotional residue. To me, it speaks of a protocol: a hidden order, a sacred code quietly embedded in that dream.
It invites you to pause — to listen for what remains unsaid.
The protocol itself is embedded in the painting. The shapes are fractal, mutable — an expressive terrain where order repeats in shifting scales. Within this terrain, the protocol becomes a living current, not a static code. A field of protection that grows as it is seen, and changes with the one who sees it.



















