I met Parris my first summer in New York. I was working in a studio six floors up on Spring Street as an apprentice editor, he sold leather jewelry down on the street just to the right of the door. I'd see him every day, we'd talk everyday. Parris is world traveler, a soul wanderer, the spiritual type. It's the eyes, they tell you he's going out of his way to feel things. He's back in town after an extended trip, in a group show in September around the corner. His new work is full of the stuff he's made of. Good, wandering, feeling stuff.