Saturday, 31 October 2015

Riches Are Green





Film & soundtrack written, performed & produced by © ℗ Gaynor Perry

In this film, I wanted to personify the landscape of the chalky East Yorkshire Wolds where I grew up and evoke a sense of kinship with nature. The Capper Pass plant, owned by Rio Tinto, operated on the outskirts of Hull from 1967 until its decommissioning in 1991. Despite being devastated by this toxic tin smelting works, the surrounding environment and its inhabitants continued to endure—though tragically, many did not survive.

The plant was infamous for its hazardous working conditions, environmental impact, and the widespread contamination it caused. A study later revealed that workers at Capper Pass faced significantly elevated risks of lung cancer, with the cancer death toll nearly 50% higher than expected. Toxic, carcinogenic, and radioactive by-products, including the highly dangerous Polonium-210, were released into the River Humber and the East Yorkshire air. As early as the 1970s, lead and arsenic were detected in cattle grazing near the plant, forcing livestock and crops on several farms to be condemned. 

Public awareness of the full extent of the contamination was deliberately suppressed, as it was feared that the facts would provoke alarm. Over 600 former employees and local residents later reported serious illnesses, including cancer and leukaemia, believed to be linked to the plant’s emissions. Despite its closure, the legacy of Capper Pass remains a sobering reminder of the catastrophic consequences of industrial pollution.

And yet, even in the shadow of such devastation, there is hope. Over the decades, nature has shown remarkable resilience. The land has begun to heal itself, with wildflowers blooming in the chalky soil and wildlife reclaiming habitats once thought lost. Local communities, too, have risen from adversity with a renewed commitment to protecting their environment, demonstrating that renewal and regeneration are always possible when people and nature work together.












The blackened pipes from the old organ lie resting on the hill, dormant.

We grew up here, though I’d forgotten myself. 
The landscape has changed more than our deepest desires.

We can be happy in our own skin, happy in our skin. 
We can be peaceful in our own beds, peaceful in our heads.

We are the cows in fields, grazing – our lifespan is short, and our meat is sweet. 
We’ve fallen prey to foul play; what was holy is now our loss.

We can be happy in our own skin, happy in our skin. 
We can be peaceful in our own beds, peaceful in our heads. 

Riches are green; all that we need is a heartbeat like yours. 
And what we feed the savage within will make us chime or make us cold.

Is it certain that I love you? 
Can I watch you surrender? 
Can you hear me? 
Can I hear you? 
Can you trust me? 
Can I trust you?
Is it certain that I love you? 
Can I reach you? 
Can you sense me? 
Can I breathe you in?

Riches are green, kissed by the sun, blessed by the rain.









My connection to my art runs deeply—on a personal, emotional, and spiritual level. Creativity feels like a vital part of who I am, shaping how I engage with the world. I find fulfillment in the process of creation itself, valuing it far more than external recognition.

To me, art is a bridge, linking me to the world around me—people, animals, and nature alike. I hope to explore the deeper truths within myself, expressing them through my work with sincerity and openness. My creative journey is guided by a desire for authenticity, always prioritising meaning over validation.













Friday, 7 August 2015

Perpetual Baby





written, performed & produced © ℗ Gaynor Perry.



Perpetual Baby


I shone a light on you and now you're my perpetual baby
The change is quite surreal - I'm thrown, I'm thrown

I lost it in the womb before I had chance to breathe
I found my inner glow and then I had to leave
Your secret's safe with me, I'll never tell a soul
We'll whisper in the dark and summon our release
We'll break the code, solve the mystery

I shone a light on you and now you're my perpetual baby
The change is quite surreal - we're thrown, we're thrown

Into disarray. Elusive safety -
Grains of sand sucked into waves
Are we falling? Or are we just lonely?
Birds are calling out their morning songs
Insensible of sorrow.




















Wednesday, 5 August 2015

Energy Fields


Fences I: Energy Fields
h61 x w26 x d1 cm, oil on board, 2006






Fences I: Energy Fields
h61 x w26 x d1 cm, oil on board, 2006





 
Fences I: Energy Fields
h61 x w26 x d1 cm, oil on board, 2006




Fences I: Energy Fields
h61 x w26 x d1 cm, oil on board, 2006




Ted's Stunning Thought
h61 x w26 x d1 cm, oil on board, 2006





Monday, 27 July 2015

The Hare's Meadow













with Marnie Scarlet
Concept, photography & prosthetic sculpting: Gaynor
Headdress, costume & self: Marnie

Film: PERPETUAL BABY










Monday, 20 July 2015

Portrait of Marnie in Stone








Portrait of Marnie Scarlet
Concept, photography & make-up: Gaynor
Headdress: Marnie

Film:  PERPETUAL BABY

Friday, 1 May 2015

Raikes Mausoleum













Raikes Mausoleum stands 38 ft (12 m) high and measures 67 ft (20 m) in circumference. It is quite something to encounter, nestled in the woods at the northern end of Welton Dale—a haunting presence. Built in 1818 by Robert Raikes (1765–1837), it was desecrated in the 1960s, during which a skull was stolen. The skull was later found near the Humber Estuary. Following a coroner's inquest and police investigation, the skull was returned, and the large vault beneath the main structure was permanently sealed.

David H Parker, who was born in the village in 1931, compiled a memoir about growing up there. He writes, "I will start at the northern end of the village at the top of Welton Dale where there are a few houses and a small church called Wauldby. This once belonged to the Raikes family who lived in the Manor House. Most of their ancestors are buried in a mausoleum which is in the corner of Welton Dale near the Beverley Road. It was built around 1818, with the main burial chamber under a round building which contained lead coffins on shelves around the walls. These had been broken into many years ago during the First World War, there was also a passage leading to another vault. A friend of mine, Bill Goldsmith, and I managed to get into the chamber when we were about twelve by removing a stone slab. While we were down there a shadow moved across the entrance. Bill and I fought each other to get out of there and didn't stop running until we got to Welton. It was only a tree branch moving across the setting sun, but it frightened us thoroughly."

(An extract from Welton As I Remember It: A personal recollection of life and times in the village by David H Parker).




Welton is the site of many springs, the one pictured above is near to the old watermill. Water runs through the village to the mill pond by the church, dropping down from a weir and beyond that in streams down towards the river. My composition Home Ground is inspired by the water and landscape of this place. As a child growing up there it has haunted and inspired me equally. I recall exploring wood and hedgerow, daring to stir up dark bodies of water with stones and little feet, vanquishing ghosts.





Robert Schuck: Clarinet
Composed, performed & produced © ℗ Gaynor Perry

For more, see my previous post Home Ground, May 2010.













Wauldby Chapel at the top of Welton Dale






Welton Water Mill (High Mill) conversion – 28 April 2015