I often look around Phoenix and feel uninspired.
I look around my city and I see brown. Dirt. Fences. All brown.
Houses that all look the same and come in a variety of brown colors, tan, espresso, sand, oat.
Downtown doesn’t look like other large cities. I’ve been to Minneapolis, Chicago, San Francisco, NYC. They have something Phoenix doesn’t have for me. Personality. Character. History. Color.
My favorite buildings in Phoenix are the ones that have been saved, which is rare. Phoenix really lives up to its namesake. Die. Reborn. Tear it down. Start all over again.
Forget the past. Don’t look back. But don’t really look to the future either. Deny the growth.
But don’t really look to the future either. Deny the growth.
I see Phoenix as stagnant. We don’t want growth. We want to remain the same. We want to look monotone. God forbid someone uses color. The HOA will get you. We must all look the same. No door shall be an unapproved color, which means all those gorgeous front door ideas in HGTV magazine are out for me.
I feel bound. I feel stuck.
I want to travel the world and capture the vibrancy and character of other places and show Phoenix what we can be. We don’t have to let the HOAs takeover.
I need to find a way to be inspired by Phoenix. To bring out the beauty of brown. To find my muse in the desert.