When Alex Ross moved to Texas from Portland, Oregon, the first thing he noticed was how different the colors were. “It was less green,” he laughs, when I ask him what he remembers about making the move at age six—first to DeSoto, where his father, a United Church of Christ minister, had been hired to lead a congregation, and then to Lubbock, two years later. “In the plains, everything is very much a golden color, because the sun is bleaching the grass out.” If you’re familiar with Ross’s work as one of the most singular and recognizable comic book artists of the last thirty years, then you know how important color is to him. Ross rose to superstardom while still in his early twenties with his…