Andrew Flores
Meet Andrew via our Arts & Entertainment - Houston Style internet TV show. He appeared on the Sept. 8th show to promote his new work.
Andrew was born on March 3, 1964 in Houston Texas at Heights
hospital. His parents Joe and Laura Flores raised their son
in Waller Texas.
Through school from Kindergarten to High School, art had a strong hold on Andrew. He attended Blinn college, Tomball community college, and Houston community college. He studied art through correspondence with the I.S.C. school of art in Scranton Pen. and with Thomas Cleveland, owner of the school The Artist within.
"I painted with watercolors, then moved into Acrylic paint, which I like to introduce rich
colors to evoke feeling of passion, and awaking one's senses."
On June 5, 2007 Andrew's first show, called East Side Expo and held at Bohememos' coffee house, resulted in 4 articles from the Houston Chronicle.
New shows are pending at this time. For more information about Andrew Flores, please contact him via Email at AndrewFloresArt@MSN.com
Where My People Live
30 x 40 Acrylic on Canvas
Looking at the row of houses, you would think, "oh, that's the Heights, or Bellaire, or Magnolia Park." I showed a picture of this painting to a man, he stated "Oh, that's Portland, Oregon." I show the same picture to a woman, she stated "Oh my, that's London, England." In actuality, this place does not exist. Its inspiration is from the East Side of Houston, but this place does not exist. With the title "Where My People Live, " you would think I was talking about my race or culture. My race, yes. The Human Race, and like the colors of pains on my palette, you will find my people in houses like these.
Looking at the row of houses, you would think, "oh, that's the Heights, or Bellaire, or Magnolia Park." I showed a picture of this painting to a man, he stated "Oh, that's Portland, Oregon." I show the same picture to a woman, she stated "Oh my, that's London, England." In actuality, this place does not exist. Its inspiration is from the East Side of Houston, but this place does not exist. With the title "Where My People Live, " you would think I was talking about my race or culture. My race, yes. The Human Race, and like the colors of pains on my palette, you will find my people in houses like these.
The Trip
16 x 20 Acrylic on Canvas
When I was a boy, I used to dram of getting into a car, and driving from Houston to Los Angeles. Well in the summer of 2003 my dram came true. A group of friends and I rented a van and started from my house from the eastside, to 4 north to Dallas. Hitting cities like Oklahoma City, then hitting the famous Route 66 into Gallop and Albuquerque, NM, and on to Las Vegas, Reno, Lake Tahoe, Sacramento, San Francisco, and Los Angeles. The painting is my first night scene. It captures a little bit of the city's visit, mostly Albuquerque, NM.
When I was a boy, I used to dram of getting into a car, and driving from Houston to Los Angeles. Well in the summer of 2003 my dram came true. A group of friends and I rented a van and started from my house from the eastside, to 4 north to Dallas. Hitting cities like Oklahoma City, then hitting the famous Route 66 into Gallop and Albuquerque, NM, and on to Las Vegas, Reno, Lake Tahoe, Sacramento, San Francisco, and Los Angeles. The painting is my first night scene. It captures a little bit of the city's visit, mostly Albuquerque, NM.
Dream Beach
12 x 16 Acrylic on Canvas
I have told and showed you places I have been. For now, I am showing place I will go. For this piece, I would close my eyes and imagine myself in some exotic land in the Caribbean or the Pacific, looking at beautiful tranquil blue water and a sailboat nearby and feeling the warm water rushing at your feet, a cool drink at hand. Sometimes the paintings pain themselves and I love it, for it is my dream beach.
I have told and showed you places I have been. For now, I am showing place I will go. For this piece, I would close my eyes and imagine myself in some exotic land in the Caribbean or the Pacific, looking at beautiful tranquil blue water and a sailboat nearby and feeling the warm water rushing at your feet, a cool drink at hand. Sometimes the paintings pain themselves and I love it, for it is my dream beach.