Jeff Parrott
My art transliterates my relationship to interiors, the natural
environment, and my studio—a place of isolation and ritual. Depth
of color and enchanting forms with their shapes race through
psychological states and dimensions battling other extensions of
reality. I transcribe one brushstroke onto the next, charting my
mind’s eye with and through my hand and fingers onto paper or
canvas. These spurting contours seem to develop from a fury
of unconscious processes in my brain. They begin transforming
themselves and multiplying to form layers.