It all started with a trip to vancouver island to see my folks to catch the last bit of summer. I really wanted to try some plein air painting as I was spending time near the ocean, so I grabbed some art supplies from a cute little art store in Coombs. Since the weather crapped out I just started painting in my parents kitchen. The next day I got a call to work, so I had to hop on the ferry. I got to the ferry an hour and a half too early, so I set up my canvas and just worked on it right it in the terminal. I liked it, so I worked on it some more on the ferry, I liked that so I began keeping my gear in my truck, which I've been sleeping in lately, so instead of wasting time commuting, I find a public place and just paint. I even paint at work when I'm waiting around. It's productive for three reasons
1) I'm stealing time
2) new environments break unproductive patterns of a distracting home
3) being mobile means limited tool kit, and limitation can promote creativity by reducing variables and decisions that slow the processor.
Plus the public interest and interaction helps to keep me engaged. Meeting strangers can be really enjoyable but it doesn't happen unless you have a bridge. Art is a bridge. I might even take this to the next level and just do a cross country painting trip.