Part of the Editor's Choice series.
Erin Parish, Tapping for Maple Syrup, 1996, oil on resin, 7¾ × 5½ × ¾ inches.
Erin Parish, daughter of artists Tom and Susan Parish, made her first oil painting when she was five (of a still-legged scarecrow with her skull instead of a pumpkin for a head, beneath a furious sun, feet planted firmly on the ground). Now, in her late twenties, her painting still trembles with menace and the ferocity of inner solitudes: empty halls, the partial glimpse of a drunkard’s slouched shoulder seen beneath the blaze of an electric bulb; a German funerary angel numbed with snow and post-war twilight, or an Ophelia delirious in weed-tangled silence. In her new paintings (included in Waterline at Black and Herron Gallery this past May), her figurative sensibility dissolves into abstraction and the open plains of dream—as relentless as the still line on a flat heart monitor—or sinks into abstraction and golden light. The result is a hypnotic pull in two very different directions, and into abandon on a more profound level. Here, the unmoored mind reeling from excess diffuses into blurred vision: the drunkard’s loss of consciousness, the swimmer’s last gasp of oxygen, the lights of the delivery room or the deathbed.
—Donna Tartt
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The artist talks about the genesis, composition, and execution of a recently completed work.
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Testosterone is the hormone that is the basis of patriarchy. So if you wanna get really deep, it’s like, Do I want to participate in that? I am totally a feminist and, as much as men might not feel empowered, they are in a more powerful position than someone with a vagina, or someone who is feminine or a woman. So what does that mean for me?
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