
COURTESY DAVID FINDLAY JR GALLERY, NYC
COURTESY DAVID FINDLAY JR GALLERY, NYC
The paintings here were colorful and brushy—all as improvisatory as scat singing and just as insouciant. The sculptures were quirky bits of flotsam, painted with lobster-buoy stripes and piled up like children’s blocks. Wood Baby (1970s), a droll, toddler-size piece with half a wooden spool for a head over something that might be a yoke or outstretched arms, seems part totem and part quiet joke. Made during that same period, when Parsons had a place on Long Island’s North Shore, was House by the Sea, composed of five scraps of painted wood, evoking a fisherman’s shack.
Parsons reveled in her materials, the inconsistent opacity of paint, the weathered grain of wood. She’d leave the paper rippled, the rusty nail jutting out. In this digital era, the physicality of her art may feel fresher now than when she first made it.
A version of this story originally appeared in the June 2015 issue of ARTnews on page 82.