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Kay Parsons
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KAY PARSONS
ARTIST painting in the medium of watercolor, graphic designer
I paint because I want to. I keep painting because my vision is generally moving one step ahead of what I’m actually doing. I’m not quite certain how one can continually face a blank, white sheet of paper without wanting to face it.
Painting is my ongoing conversation with the world: listening, seeing, interpreting, translating. More accurately, painting is a conversation with my garden. My garden stands as a chapel to my belief in everything: life, death, dying, renewal, exuberance, sadness, acceptance and beauty. I am tied to the land.
If there is anything I want to SAY with my paintings it is that what I see in this world is great, wonderful and heartbreakingly beautiful. These are not thoughts I dwell on when I conceive an idea for a painting. A moment of a petal moving in light, a moth lightly holding its wings at rest, waiting for night or a fish gliding in quiet serenity, there is a moment that moves like visual poetry across the horizon, percolates, insistently and I paint.
I love the process of painting, the creative moment that transforms the observed and experienced world into art. It nourishes me, intellect and soul.
ARTIST painting in the medium of watercolor, graphic designer
I paint because I want to. I keep painting because my vision is generally moving one step ahead of what I’m actually doing. I’m not quite certain how one can continually face a blank, white sheet of paper without wanting to face it.
Painting is my ongoing conversation with the world: listening, seeing, interpreting, translating. More accurately, painting is a conversation with my garden. My garden stands as a chapel to my belief in everything: life, death, dying, renewal, exuberance, sadness, acceptance and beauty. I am tied to the land.
If there is anything I want to SAY with my paintings it is that what I see in this world is great, wonderful and heartbreakingly beautiful. These are not thoughts I dwell on when I conceive an idea for a painting. A moment of a petal moving in light, a moth lightly holding its wings at rest, waiting for night or a fish gliding in quiet serenity, there is a moment that moves like visual poetry across the horizon, percolates, insistently and I paint.
I love the process of painting, the creative moment that transforms the observed and experienced world into art. It nourishes me, intellect and soul.