Interview with artist Parker-Weston

"At times, my skull feels it can no longer contain my thoughts. Now I know why monks drill holes in their heads, to air out.

I reside in what is voted the most conservative big city in the United States, Mesa, Arizona. A concrete welcome-to-anywhere that is built on top of the desert like our human brains extending from mammal and reptile ones. When I was a child, an overpaid psychic told my mother that I would be a writer someday. I was very relieved later she was spared the news that along the way I would become a shop janitor and backpacking drifter before this writing business ever came into play. 

Applying the collage or cut-up technique to every facet of my life as possible and letting my subconscious fill in the concepts, I collect refuse of reality to exercise general daily awareness. At times, I feel this is why I do not dream, or at least cannot remember dreaming; spent on lucidity by the time the lights go out. I feel more reactive than creative. I do not wish for any visual harmony between my pieces. They are all my children and they are constantly screaming for each of their fifteen minutes."

Parker-Weston