The Unbelievable Truth

This song is the result of encounters I experienced in the dream state, a place that feels profoundly real to me. As always, I strive to bring the subconscious realm to life by capturing the essence of my inner world through the medium of music.

I found them painting clouds; they said it was easy.

Then I was laying down; I was having the time of my life,

listening to the owls.

I watched you get undressed; your body is a space gate.

How many times did I take my face off?

It may not meld back on.

There's an owl on the roof, beckoning to me —

goddess of the trees.

Reach out for what you love; it's reaching back for you.

It's the unbelievable truth.

We try to resist — civil unrest at our fingertips.

You know, people live lifetimes the way you sleep.

Come to in my arms, come to.

There's an owl on the roof, beckoning to me —

goddess of the trees.

Reach out for what you love; it's reaching back for you.

It's the unbelievable truth.

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

Mastered by Magic Garden

Elisabeth

To discern the fluid precincts of truth, it is essential to nurture a fluent dialogue with the subconscious. By cultivating heightened awareness of intuitive feelings — paired with curiosity and belief in the imagery and sensory episodes delivered through the dream state — one may discover an innate affinity with the world.

Encephalic Cleansing

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The essence of these paintings lies not in thinking, but in purging.

Each painting:

25x 25 cm

gouache on watercolour paper

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See Agatha's Secret

Encephalic Cleansing is the name I give to my spontaneous works originally produced using black gouache on watercolour paper. This cathartic pursuit later expanded into a form of embroidery using unbleached calico and black thread.

The series began as a practice of purging rather than thinking — gouache applied in a deeply meditative state where instinct replaced intention. It then evolved into Encephalic Cleansing by Needle, allowing whatever occurred through the movement of thread and fabric to become part of the work. Both processes connected me strongly to my subconscious instincts, letting me hover in a space where choices were subliminal, automatic, and freeing.

Working in this way created a bridge into my current oil paintings: the same instinctive, subconscious‑led decision making became the foundation for the portals and continues to shape the emerging body of work. In this sense, the raw immediacy of the Cleansing works expands directly into a broader visual language within the oils.

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Thanks for visiting. This series is ongoing.

30.5 x 30.5cm

gouache on clayboard

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40.5 x 30.5 cm

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Painting, audiovisual composition and vocal textures by Gaynor Perry

Cat of the Heavens

Cat of the Heavens from Gaynor Perry on Vimeo.

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

Still from Cat Of The Heavens film featuring Amanda Hull as 'Fidella'.

Cat of the Heavens

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.  

Cat of the Heavens is the concluding track on my album, A CHILD'S RUMOUR. Creating this collection has been a deeply fulfilling adventure. Each song captures a real-time audio export of my personal experiences over the past five years, interwoven with cherished memories. Immersing myself in the creation of these sounds has been invaluable in shaping my identity, as self-expression through music feels like an essential aspect of my daily human existence. And yet, at my core, I am a woman yearning to transform into a bird.

Amanda Hull as 'Fidella'

Fidella

"ma'a, the Egyptian word for "truth," which comes into Greek as moira, "fate." The hieroglyphic word is spelled with a ruler, indicating that measurement is the ultimate truth, the cosmic order, the invisible underlying pattern that manifests in geometry, in astronomy, and in sound. The word herw, "sound." The hieroglyph that defines this word is a picture of a lion's tail, suggesting that the essential meaning of the word is not simply sound but the essence of sound, vibration, as the tail of a cat vibrates like a guitar string before the cat strikes its prey. The hieroglyphic word herw is commonly paired with the word ma'a, "truth," as the noble goal of life: one strives at death to have accomplished ma'a herw, not to speak the truth or have a true voice but to be true to the clean underlying pattern of what one is, the ma'a herw–the true vibration, the vibration of truth."

An excerpt from The Dawning Moon of the Mind, unlocking the pyramid texts by Susan Brind Morrow