When you look at Pat Perry’s work, there is a distinct feeling that you’re looking at snapshots of rustic Americana. From old trains to tumbledown wooden houses beneath grey skies, peering into Perry’s pool of images is like looking into slices of American life away from the big cities.
This is not to say that his figurative work is without its hints of abstraction and surrealism; indeed, his work is permeated by oddities, abstract shapes and colors, as well as hybrid humans and beasts. But you don’t feel unsettled when you look at his work; you feel curious. You feel as though you could spend hours trying to figure out what Perry is trying to say and where he’s coming from. It’s a strange world, and it’s a strange vision of America, but perhaps all world’s are strange to those of us who are outsiders.