It started in a warehouse just north of downtown Houston, where real live artists holed themselves up to practice their craft. Behind the doors of each artist space, nuts and bolts and paints and steel and chemical smells lay everywhere.
I didn’t know any of these artists, but I did know Fadi and Ashley, two web designers who worked out of the warehouse. They hosted a “painting day” for a few of us, Jincy, Cindy and me. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d painted — elementary school? — but we brought paint and canvasses and let our creative juices flow.
We were nervous, unschooled in the fine arts. But beauty was born on those canvasses that night.
And that was the beginning.
Sajan and I started hosting painting days at our house. (At first people thought it was a dirty trick to get help painting our walls.) Friends gathered and each attacked a blank canvas. A very intimidating process. Where do you start? And what if you screw up?
But I’ve never seen a bad final product. Our fireplace is filled with beautiful works now.
So if you’re in camp “B” above, it’s time to mosey on over to camp “A.”