Wednesday, 30 November 2016

Jane Perry Woodgate - An Ode to 60 Years

Jane's 60th birthday. A time to celebrate and reflect on the flesh and the spirit of this unique lady. How perfect that she chooses to gallivant naked in trees to commemorate the occasion. Artist, wood nymph, hedonist, woman-child. She's a courageous lady with a lot of heart and soul – we could all take a leaf out of Jane's book.

Happy birthday, Jane. x


FÒK DID THAT HAPPEN HOW THE 
by Jane Perry Woodgate

Physically, I work hard
lifting, carrying, so much heaviness
spiritually, I work hard
lifted, carried, so much happiness


In the early morning it is difficult to climb
the stairs at the station
my legs ache so much
at the strain

In the early evening, it is delightful to descend
the stairs at the station
my heart hops and skips
homeward bound 


The future uncertain
no money
pension poverty

The future is certain
just love
blessedness and bliss



So, today I free my body
my soul
my mind
my heart

I climb trees naked and dance
I celebrate
every year
every moment
every person I have loved


I laugh and say

never stop singing
never stop praying
never stop loving

and most of all

I say

thank you.



Poem by Jane Perry Woodgate
Photography by Gaynor Perry

Tuesday, 15 November 2016

Haworth, Brontës Old Haunt

Visiting the home of the Brontës is a rite of passage for any poetic soul. The story of the Brontë family is as well known now as their books, and equally compelling. Tracing the sister’s footsteps through Haworth churchyard, across moors, and along cobbled streets, flagstones. One hundred and sixty-nine years after the publication of Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre, the place still resounds with the Brontë spirit. In fact, they’re keeping a whole community of people alive.


A sign post to Brontë Falls, a holiday home called Heathcliff, a lorry emblazoned with Brontë Water, I wondered if the chickens I met scratching in the graves were aware of their rich cultural heritage.



Hiding her chicks from the cat ...

Stepping into Haworth church alone, I approached the corner where the Brontë Altar stands and was greeted with the violent noise of static from the church sound system, coinciding with my first footstep onto the altar place. A deeply shocking sound, churches are usually such tranquil places. However, I was surprisingly calm in the midst of it. I doubted that this place of sanctuary was rigged to thrill unsuspecting Brontë pilgrims, not with the famously haunted Black Bull just a few metres away.


As if the atmospheres conveyed in their stories hung around me, the sisters certainly didn’t disappoint.

The table where the stories where written ...



Haworth, East Yorkshire.

Monday, 27 June 2016

Conjure With Fire




written, performed & produced © Gaynor Perry


Wednesday, 1 June 2016

Exhibiting The Dawn

My painting The Dawn Has A Lot To Offer will be on show as part of the Islington Arts Factory Summer Salon.

“The Summer Salon embodies Islington Arts Factory’s ethos of creating an atmosphere where everyone feels welcome to participate, and providing a launch pad for local and emerging talent,” says Eleanor Pearce, IAF’s Art Director. “The idea for the show grew from French salons where people would meet to discuss the arts and exchange ideas. During the Salon we will be promoting formal and informal discussions about contemporary art themes”. 

Exhibition: 10th June – 1st July 2016

Private View: 10th June 6.30pm – 9.30pm

Islington Artst Factory, 2 Parkhurst Road, London N7 0SF
www.islingtonartsfactory.org

The Dawn Has A Lot To Offer
98 x 98 cm (framed) oil on board 
Detail below.
 

About this painting:  I photographed the dawn on my phone over a six month period. There is always time for a photograph, no matter how late I'm running. The photos were taken between shampoo and eyeliner, creaking wardrobe door and flurry of garments.

The dawn began to infiltrate my dreams until I was wholly imbued with the spirit of night turning to day. This feeling is the raw material for my painting.

This is one of the photographs I took of the dawn whilst I was making the painting. I have never seen the sun do that before, or since ...





Thursday, 24 March 2016

Fathoms


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Fathoms from Gaynor Perry on Vimeo.



written, performed & produced © Gaynor Perry

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In the water I belong, untraceable
Forgotten fawn pegged out on the washing line
I need to take it down
Injury circled around, never quite getting to the bottom of it
You tried to find me in your time machine
I couldn't meet your eye

Exposed in daylight emotion breaking the surface tension
No big theory on the outcome, no epiphany or revelation
A beautiful life waits for you, come up and see

In the water I am strong, I'm held, I can build my will
It's understood we're climbing liquid steps
We're mocking the laws of physics

Exposed in daylight emotion breaking the surface tension
No big theory on the outcome, no epiphany or revelation
A beautiful life waits for you, come up and see

Come up and see.



Wednesday, 24 February 2016

Saturday, 31 October 2015

Riches Are Green



RICHES ARE GREEN will be screened at:
Showroom Shorts on Tuesday 19 January @21:00
The Showroom Cinema, Paternoster Row, Sheffield, S1 2BS


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









Riches are green
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 life span 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 you
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 I trust you? Can you trust me?

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