Nancy Parker Johnson was born in the shadows of east Houston in 1952. The Parker family subsequently moved to the west side four years later to a revolutionary community named Sharpstown – one of the first master planned communities in the nation. That vast frontier was literally on the edge of the world in the '50s; wildlife associated with raw ranch land abound. Nancy’s dad would bring home all kinds of “gifts” to the Parker kids: a baby pigeon that fell from a church steeple next to his downtown office, a tarantula from an Arizona highway, a south Texas horny toad named Clyde. All creatures were nursed back to health and released back into the wild wild west…Houston. As well as can be imagined, Nancy grew up respecting nature and finding pleasure using all types of critters as subjects in her work – roaches the only exception.
Following the opening reception, the exhibit will be on view until October 29.
Nancy Parker Johnson was born in the shadows of east Houston in 1952. The Parker family subsequently moved to the west side four years later to a revolutionary community named Sharpstown – one of the first master planned communities in the nation. That vast frontier was literally on the edge of the world in the '50s; wildlife associated with raw ranch land abound. Nancy’s dad would bring home all kinds of “gifts” to the Parker kids: a baby pigeon that fell from a church steeple next to his downtown office, a tarantula from an Arizona highway, a south Texas horny toad named Clyde. All creatures were nursed back to health and released back into the wild wild west…Houston. As well as can be imagined, Nancy grew up respecting nature and finding pleasure using all types of critters as subjects in her work – roaches the only exception.
Following the opening reception, the exhibit will be on view until October 29.
Nancy Parker Johnson was born in the shadows of east Houston in 1952. The Parker family subsequently moved to the west side four years later to a revolutionary community named Sharpstown – one of the first master planned communities in the nation. That vast frontier was literally on the edge of the world in the '50s; wildlife associated with raw ranch land abound. Nancy’s dad would bring home all kinds of “gifts” to the Parker kids: a baby pigeon that fell from a church steeple next to his downtown office, a tarantula from an Arizona highway, a south Texas horny toad named Clyde. All creatures were nursed back to health and released back into the wild wild west…Houston. As well as can be imagined, Nancy grew up respecting nature and finding pleasure using all types of critters as subjects in her work – roaches the only exception.
Following the opening reception, the exhibit will be on view until October 29.