When I spent winter in MN a few years ago, again, I was in a one bedroom apartment with nothing. I did find a love seat on the side of a road in a wealthy neighborhood and found someone to help me drag it home. I had a tiny radio and a borrowed table and chair. That's it. I slept on my camping pad with sleeping bag/blankets. The six or seven months I was there I ran around the lakes all winter long for exercise, I worked on painting tiles and coffee mugs, and read scads of library books. The above pink 'painting' if you can call it that was the first thing I tried to paint. I ended up mailing it to my friend in Arizona because I didn't want to throw it away but didn't want to drag it around with me either when I hit the road again. I wish I had it now, but I did give it to her. She actually likes it and has it up on her walls.
I then bought a bunch of canvas linen and tried painting on that instead of hard little canvases. I kept this abstract one because it could be rolled up and taken with. I just recently had it scanned and am going to have it laminated like I do my photographs, hoping I can make an interesting mixed media piece with it. It is much more enjoyable to do more abstract drawings/paintings but I still struggle with brush strokes.
I'm hoping when/if my stuff in storage gets taken care of my friend mails me a drawing I did of the one guy in my life that forever changed who I was. It was an intense relationship and probably explains why I was actually able to draw him. I will never forget making this pencil drawing. I spent a week solid, hours and hours on it. I guess that is why I do not enjoy drawing/painting 'real' looking people...it is tedious and difficult. I erased things over and over and spent literally hours on his ear. It is a magic trick, I never know how I did it.
And then we have Tod. I drew this shortly after meeting him, it was a study in trying to sketch him as fast as I could without looking at the paper, or least minimally. Recently I posted some of my Pen and Inks and got better feedback from them than I would have imagined. It kind of woke up something in me, I had really enjoyed doing those drawings but when no one seemed interested I abandoned them. I still haven't found my groove with my drawings, meaning how do I want to present them and where would they go since the gallery doesn't want them. There is a responsibility I think when you make art to find a place for it. It doesn't go well with my personality to just make tons of something and have it sit around.
So, Winter is coming and I'm getting as much art supplies/mediums/scrap as I can. I'm having a butt load of prints made/laminated and I plan on locking myself up and pumping out the art. It's good to revisit older works too as it is a reminder of my history, my 'new' history of who I am becoming as an Artist.