INTUITIONS

 

 Intuitions 

Homage Morandi

Not for the Faint of Heart

Rear Window

Juicy Fruits

Alphabet Soup

Naughty But Nice

“…Also inherent in this soup of paint, collage and accidents, is the subconscious mind lending to my creations the unknown factor. Tapping into the ‘’subconscious’’ (which using my untrained hand facilitates) allows me to make work that relies on intuition, a mixture of art-historical and non-art resources in order to create funny, sometimes irreverent yet moving imagery. “

-      Patricia Zinsmeister Parker

   EXHIBIT: Patricia Zinsmeister Parker paintings, THROUGH JULY 29 at John Strauss Studios, upstairs gallery / 236 Walnut Avenue NE, in downtown Canton / Viewing hours: Mondays – Fridays 10am to 5pm, Saturdays 10am to 4pm

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   Look long enough at a painting by Patricia Zinsmeister Parker and you might hear her right hand hand clapping while her left hand laughs. One complements and compliments the other.

   As a static object, a Parker painting represents a specific event in time, a decision: the point at which she stopped painting the picture. An arrival. Prior to that arrival, however, there is always a story, or history of stories. There be ghosts in a Parker painting. Some shout. Some whisper. Remnants. Echoes.

   Look long enough. Underneath what’s immediately apparent, you might find a person or a place or a thing, a riddle or a rumble, shaky shapes or loosed lines lurking inside colliding clouds of color. A brush with memory.

   Look long enough. A Parker painting is a confluence of the mundane and mysterious. A juncture where the very recent and very distant past meet to make a new present moment.

   Look long enough. A Parker painting is an activation of inexhaustible exuberance at mark-making. You might even hear the sound of scrubbing, or scribbling, or rubbing, or dribbling. The push-pull of pure possibility.

   Look long enough. A Parker painting is unencumbered by the laborious illusory minutiae of prosaic details. Here’s a larger, deeper reality: the poetry of process.

   Look longer. And listen.