I’ve been itching to create a unique piece of art featuring my uncle’s 67 Ford Mustang convertible. This is the kickoff of my nostalgia art series.
I can still picture that night when I heard the car roaring in my grandparents’ driveway. I was in my pajamas, and when they asked if I wanted to take a spin, I jumped at the chance! The scent of the black leather seats, the shine of the chrome wheels, and the feel of the gear shifter are all etched in my memory. We cruised down a quiet farm road, and that’s when he really stepped on the gas. I was standing up, getting pushed back into the seat, with my only grip being my pajama booties. The rush from that horsepower was incredible. It was a summer night, which is why I named it Summer Nights. Every time I see a classic Mustang or any muscle car, it brings back those nostalgic vibes.