Gareth Perry

Probably an allergic reaction to whatever Orange colored paste he puts on his body everyday. It ain’t a suntan that makes his face look organge.

You have an uncanny knack of inspiring me to want to read more about Budgie’s adventures

I fear the little prince may already be incarcerated, does he have the funds to meet bail to flee the Country after he paid Giselle to stay silent?

©️garethperry 2026 #greatblueheron #fortworthart #watercolor #tariff #trump #hector #art #fortworth #painting #fishquotas

This is Hector, a Texas Great Blue Heron, he was sitting patiently on the banks of Trinity in Fort Worth. There were a number of other Great Blue’s. I assume they were waiting for their Annual General Meeting to start. High on the agenda was annual fish quota and Trump’s disastrous Tariffs.

Always remember he is a convicted felon and guilty of assaulting a woman, as well as a compulsive liar. Do not think of Trump as a President. The only reason he has not released the Epstein files is he cannot prove his innocence in doing so.

Always remember he is a convicted felon and guilty of assaulting a woman, as well as a compulsive liar. Do not think of Trump as a President. The only reason he has not released the Epstein files is he cannot prove his innocence in doing so.

Always remember he is a convicted felon and guilty of assaulting a woman, as well as a compulsive liar. Do not think of Trump as a President. The only reason he has not released the Epstein files is he cannot prove his innocence in doing so.

Hope you feel better soon

She smiles at the man who shoots her and says she isn't mad at him. Clearly initiates the effort to leave when the aggressive agents arrive.
The question now (not that this was in question) isn't who's telling the truth. It's when DHS had this video and knew that what they were saying was a lie.

What a pr*ck, why do presenters give him air space? We know he is a pr*ck, why do you need to let him prove it on air each time?

The Deluge

After the Deluge ... All night long, rain rattling above their heads on roof and windowpane, on their dreams and their dreamlessness and in the morning: silence and a strange, parched stillness. He lay studying the small rectangle of shadows in the portable TV: the mirror with grey-rosed wallpaper in, grey shelves, grey books ; the shrunken bed with him and her in it, grey and foetal, ten thousand fathoms deep...Through the gap in the blinds, treetops waved outside, signalling in: face-making leaves and branches with sky holes in and empty sockets of eyes: live leaves next to the curtains' still ones - a moving mass of chlorophyll and light and photosynthesis. The periscope hands of the Civic Centre clock tower had stopped. The tide was hill-high, the rows of rooftops, stepping stones leading down to and under it. Small, infinitesimal sounds returned: the breeze outside and the sound of her snore and something that wasn't there before: a slow, rhythmic pat pat pat...He tried to home in on it, at first thinking it might be the drainpipe outside or the guttering. Then there were two sounds: a pit and a pat in unison. Something struck the carpet. He looked up. Towards the foot of the bed and over the bookcase were two bulges in the ceiling paper a single drop of water welled at the bottom of each. He lay a moment, mesmerized, watching first one drop fall then the other, first one drop then the other...Then he galvanized into action, rolled out of bed, rushed downstairs and got two saucepans. Only a few old paperbacks had got wet, he was relieved to find when he returned, and the carpet was a bit squelchy, but other than that -. He aligned the saucepans directly under the drips, removed the books, put an old towel down on the damp patch and got back into bed. The pitterpats clanked on cold steel. He lay awake, counting the seconds between clank and clank, unable to go back to sleep for the din. His wife had begun to stir - a small hammer tap-tapping on the cast-iron wom…

Another of my father’s many memories and stories. This is from a time gone past in Terrace Road where I grew up. To set the scene, there is fierce storm the night before and somehow water has got into the ceiling from a hole in the roof and the following is my father’s description of what unfurled:

Tooty at Twenty ‘The cat has had enough,' is winding down' you say as, for the fourth or fifth day in a row, she seeks out some new hiding place away from humankind: first under the bed then in the airing cupboard, then a sideboard drawer. Today it's somewhere else again. A strange place to go and die - in the small, round darkness of the Hotpoint, among all those knickers, bras and underpants. Maybe she wants to go back to the womb, to complete the cycle - like worn-out clothes that always return freshly warm and new. Turning in, you remind me she's for the Vet tomorrow - 'And whatever you do don't shut the Hotpoint door. Just like you to forget and spin-dry her.' All the same, I fall asleep in the big armchair watching the Late Night Film. When I come to I haven't forgotten her - tucked in her little pod, hatch half-open. I switch on the kitchen light to make sure but it's still night in there. I have to go down on all fours to listen to the blackness, to tell by her tiny purr she's still alive... ...and there she is light years away Floating in space behind a towel: cataleptic, a ravaged ball of fur imperceptibly breathing still. My mind at rest, I inadvertently close the door on her then quickly open it again. I put out Kit-e-Kat and water on the cold stone tiles then climb the stairs. Tonight, we'll sleep through her pain again, each in our own hermetic dark as we orbit together for one last time - compañeros of a score of years - space-trekkers in the long slow spin towards morning. Poem and illustration Alan Perry (Tooty is the one in the foreground, Dad, Mum, Cleo and Gypsy all captured by my dad in their front room)

Tooty at twenty(read the Alt text for short story)

Art and story by Alan Perry ©️2026 #alanperry #tooty #art #companion

Begs the question, which South American Country is next? Which country has the biggest Oil reserves? Or maybe Greenland is on the radar? Or maybe Mexico?

Will Trump employ Putin tactics and now invade Venezuela for land and resources?

Tonight, the President of the United States has launched an unconstitutional war of aggression, dooming another generation to spill their blood for oil, and lay waste to a sovereign nation.

I demand that Congress exercise its power, halt this conflict, and impeach this war criminal president.

Begs the question, which South American Country is next? Which country has the biggest Oil reserves? Or maybe Greenland is on the radar? Or maybe Mexico?
Was congressional approval sought before Putin like tactics were employed?

Happy New Year! The mountains in South of France near Valberg Watercolour ©️2026 Gareth Perry #pleinair #valberg #watercolor #garethperry #fwart #fwartist #welshmanintexas #art #painting #welshartist #dfwart #paintwhatyousee

The mountains in South of France near Valberg Watercolour ©️2026 Gareth Perry #pleinair #valberg #watercolor #garethperry #fwart #fwartist #welshmanintexas #art #painting #welshartist #dfwart #paintwhatyousee

The mountains in South of France near Valberg
Watercolour ©️2026 Gareth Perry
#pleinair #valberg #watercolor #garethperry #fwart #fwartist #welshmanintexas #art #painting #welshartist #dfwart #paintwhatyousee

So much for the Asimov’s robotic laws.

They need to be in prison, Trump and his whole family included. These are criminals breaking the law every day hiding behind executive privilege. The Supreme court needs either to be abolished or fairness reintroduced. The law is why America exists.without it it is nothing

Boxing Day Drawings from my dad from days gone passed. Cat on Hot Slate roof - 26th Dec. 2011 (mixed media on paper) and ‘Night Flight over Swansea Bay -26th Dec 2014 (mixed media on paper) ©️Alan Perry 2025 #alanperry #welshartist #swanseaartist #poet #writer #dad #boxingday #art #welsh

Boxing Day Drawings from my dad from days gone passed. Cat on Hot Slate roof - 26th Dec. 2011 (mixed media on paper) and ‘Night Flight over Swansea Bay -26th Dec 2014 (mixed media on paper) ©️Alan Perry 2025 #alanperry #welshartist #swanseaartist #poet #writer #dad #boxingday #art #welsh

Boxing Day Drawings from my dad from days gone passed. Cat on Hot Slate roof - 26th Dec. 2011 (mixed media on paper) and ‘Night Flight over Swansea Bay -26th Dec 2014 (mixed media on paper)
©️Alan Perry 2025 #alanperry #welshartist #swanseaartist #poet #writer #dad #boxingday #art #welsh

This is one of my favorite pieces by my father. I was twenty one when he drew this. My father looking back at the viewer, with familiar objects on his desk, the oil lamp, the binoculars (featured in a Perkins story) and the two cats; Tooty and Cleo. Tooty is the older black and white cate scraping at the window to be let in. The setting was our front room looking out to a stormy night over Swansea bay. Here my dad would sit with his art materials, a can of beer and either write or create wonderful artwork like this. (©️2025 Stormy Night/Alan Perry circa 1987/pen and ink on A3 paper) #alanperry #swanseaartist #swansea #welsh #welshartist #welshpoet #welshwriter

This is one of my favorite pieces by my father. My father looking back at the viewer, with familiar objects on his desk, the oil lamp, the binoculars (featured in a Perkins story) and the two cats; Tooty and Cleo. The setting was our front room looking out to a stormy night over Swansea bay.

Experimenting with Colour the other night. Using my watercolour palette to paint this doodle.
©️2025 Gareth Perry #colour #paint #Garethperry

Happy Dada Christmas (by my Dad Alan Perry 1985 and updated 2012) ©️Alan Perry 2025 #dada #christmas #alanperry #swanseaartist #welshartist

Amen Carter museum of American Art Fort Worth

Watercolor and Pen on watercolor paper 300gsm cold press

©️Gareth Perry 2025
#amencarter #fortworth #fortworthart #garethperry #art #fwart #fwartist #prunella

‘Prunella’ my feathered friend taking a breather while checking out whether there is anything for lunch. And in Watercolor form

The guy is a pr#ck, and more importantly now a War Criminal. He was so excited to rename the defense department to War Cabinet, he shouldn’t be surprised when he faces War Criminal charges in the Hague. Let’s see how happy he is when he is sitting in Prison 😄

These are the windows along hammersmith road on the way into London. From the M4 to Cromwell road

It is not about sympathy or about what they deserve. It is about a War Crime. Killing a non combatant or murdering someone who is not capable of offering any defense is legally indefensible. War Crime committed, in the eyes of the World. And Hegseth is ultimately responsible for ordering the action.