What is it that’s so beautiful about a skyline? It’s quite a sight. Especially when the sun rises or sets behind that cluster of structures. It’s breathtaking. It’s emblematic. Personally, something captivates me about a skyline’s silhouette framed by a dark night’s sky, speckled by spots of lit windows and a bright moon hanging low. The evenings, far from dormant, it appears more alive than ever as if it was dressed for a special evening. I have lived practically all of my life in Houston and I proudly call it home. I have had almost all of my most memorable experiences of my life with Houston’s skyline as the backdrop.
My first taste of independence was when I left home for college. I had a dorm on campus at the University of Houston for a couple of years. The first night that I slept at the dorms in one of the Moody Towers, I felt like I was on top of the world. The first night I stayed there, I gazed out of one of those large windows and saw a view of the city against the darkening sky and thought, “This is the first time that I have been this far away from home all on my own.” Just in case my siblings are reading this; Guys, I actually missed you so much. It didn’t feel that great to have my own room after all. At least not yet. :)
One Sunday morning when I picked up the Houston Chronicle from our doorstep I recall thinking about the stacks of newspapers that had been piling up for weeks waiting to go into the recycling bin. That imaginary light bulb above my head light up brightly as my gaze locked on the large canvas in front of me. I said to myself, “Wouldn’t it be really cool if I integrated the Houston Chronicle in this skyline piece?” While I was in the spirit of “going green”, I thought that it was also a plus to give mother nature a tiny break and re-purpose these stacks of news print into something beautiful and meaningful.
I like to keep the process of my artwork to myself. It adds a little magical mystery to it because all the audience will get to see is the final piece. It’s really no magic at all. The truth is that sometimes things don’t turn out as I anticipate so I shy away from letting people see these misshaps. I have learned with experience that Bob Ross was a wise man and that he is right. “There are no mistakes here, just happy accidents.” Sometimes these “mistakes” lead to wonderful, wonderful discoveries. So, after all that’s said and done, it really isn’t all that bad to show you the process and the little happy accidents that go into my work process.