ABOUT PARKER

Becca Parker is a work in progress. A living work of art. A unique artwork that I created from a thousand memories, a thousand cuts and bruises, ten thousand images, a hundred thousand experiences and a handful of extraordinary artistic achievements. Becca Parker is exactly what you see; a polymath who uses every medium available and some new ones I’ve invented to communicate with the world. I live in the moment; uncompromising, direct, vulnerable, unfiltered and, above all else, truthful. I communicate moments in time and the pain of loss and solitude in this world. I believe I convey hope and redemption and beauty through all the blood, sweat and tears via the altered reality of autism and ADHD. I try to accurately express how I feel. I am what I do.

I believe, even with the best intentions and without any deceit, understanding others and being understood is difficult and rare. So, I tell my truth.

Through my life I’ve had some successes through my music and writing and my crazy life as an automotive photographer. In 2022 I decided to become an artist and began a degree in Fine Art.

My practice is rooted in an experience of loss that disrupted language itself. During the final stages of my degree, I lost my mother after a prolonged and traumatic illness. At the same time, I experienced exclusion and silencing within my academic environment. Together, these events created a condition where speech felt impossible, but making remained necessary.

Painting cancer became a way of staying close to the crises without narrative. The repetitive, embodied actions of encaustic practice allowed me to remain present without explanation. Where language felt violent, material processes felt safe.

The work does not attempt to represent illness or grief directly. Instead, it holds sensation: pressure, opacity, blockage, movement, and the desire for touch. These works exist as a form of survival rather than illustration.

All my life I’ve striven to explain the way I see and feel in a way that can be understood while preserving truth and a memory, assaulted by ADHD. So, I wrote and took photographs to remember. Everything. Anything. Because, as an adoptee, adopted by wonderful parents into a privileged life I have, nonetheless always felt ‘other than’. Never has this felt so opaque as since my Mum’s death.

I’ve spent the last year reflecting and feeling my sensations and I believe I have found some beauty in expression through helplessness and pain.

Many of my pieces invite the viewer to touch. To connect – to feel a part of.

My themes are not always so grave. Now and then I take a political swing but much of the time I joyfully obsess about sensation, identity, connection, memory, history, existence and the alchemy of colour and a long list of media that I endeavour (sometimes successfully) to mix.

I have been known as Rebecca/Becca Parker. Due to recent global instabilities and crises, for the time being, I am pkr. Just Parker.