Vivian Pedley
Vivian Pedley and Adrian Frost, both Cornish born artists, began their collaboration in 2015. Adrian had been working on "The Furies" for some time previously.
The Furies is based on the Greek Erinyes. It is a poetic canto/film script that combines the mythical deities of past civilizations with a group of contemporary nefarious refugees hanging out in Lowkey's (Loki's) bar, beneath the bridge at the edge of the Styx. Most of the stories are related by Scumbag, Adrian's Alter(ed) ego ,who foolishly believes he is omniscient, but is in fact manipulated by Aphrodite and the rest of the cast.
"I met the artist Vivian Pedley online. He read my cantos and responded not with an illustration, but with an improvisation. The charge of creativity was mutual. His drawing of some of the characters and situations of Furies caused me to spontaneously write verse in return. The bravery and passion of his imagery helped charge my verse. It has been a most delightful, and exciting collaboration".
Although the collaboration has been intense, the pair have never met, with one based in Arkansas, USA, the other in the UK.
Adrian Frost is a film maker, painter, poet, sculptor, multimedia, installation and performance artist.
It's cinema verite in black 'n
White and in tones thru black 'n
White
It's the mad bad beautiful Monk two-fingering
Music
Plying the pentatonic scales / brilliant blurring black digits plinking / burnished with
Moonlight white ivories
Naked at the Steinway streets and interior shots of Harlem drift in and
Out
Threaded with aerial view shot between steep gorge River running wreathed in
Chiaroscuro ripple of sun dappled black and white the last bubbles the last
Gasp
Of Scumbag's coffin smoothed out dispersed in the rising mist of the mourning morning
Styx
Down down down we go deep in the bottom of the endless
Flow
Dark dark darker it gets gallons gallons down
Below
There's a twist there's a turn there's an inkling a pulse of a
yearn
Monk is playing a monk possessed hitting those keys like cardiac
Arrest
Flipping the time chasing the rapidly expiring
Fire...read more
Cassandra sings
.... and when you close this
Box this
Hope chest this
Coffin
And throw it into the Styx
Oh You oh Easy Cum Easy
Goes. And You oh cash handed Prophet of
Loss. And You oh light (fingers) at the end of every
Tunnel. And You, two black and white
Twins. False Truths and Honest
Lies
An You Reaper Most
Grim,
Wasuregig wats your intention where the fuck are
You
When it counts counts counts number number number. No, not
Numerology! Number! Number yourselves among the
Lost
The withered, the unconscious, the perversely deaf, the self satisfied
The supremely ignore rent
And You, you who is in the
Coffin
Pay attention to the the decision of
Truths
And the plummet of the balance according to its
Stance...read more
The great bag of scums is asleep
Dirty bedraggled at the foot of Aphrodite's unmade
Camper bed on the window shelf facing east
Is a half eaten ham on wry sandwich the yellow
Blotch of mustard an aching stain below the raising roseate
Glow of dawn
Are you young are you old are you cowardly are you
Bold
Do you have dingle or do you have
Dangle
What's a girl to do the damn scripts bin
Stoled
Aphrodite's singing while putting on eye makeup
In the trailer's tight and drab
Bathroom,
A trick awaits, she leaves a note .... oh great bag of the scums
I'll be back, food in the fridge love Aphro
Next to the sandwich is a carton of engine oil a pack of Trojan condoms
Some Band-aids a broken chocolate bar a candle in a black
Glass Madonna container and some sage ...read more
