Lines contain form and tenderly frame features. Emerging from a maelstrom of colour; a swirling void of unformed matter, Beings are drawn into existence through marks that are bold and direct, hesitant and ephemeral, done with a delicate, precise flick of the wrist, or a firm, emphatic gesture. As he draws, Parsons touches the edge of forms with his eye and his pencil just as the nurses touches the hand of her patient as she looks with expert touch to insert the Canula. Line is not just a mark but a caress, a way of knowing and understanding. As Parsons arm reaches out to leave a mark on the page, he isn’t drawing what a leg looks like or an arm or a head, but what it feels like to wave or dance or nod or smile.
