Selling art. Not as much fun as making it.
Several of the 292 items that traveled 20,000 miles with us last year were art supplies. Flameworking and enameling materials are surprisingly compact. My tiny "beehive" kiln fit nicely into an insulated lunch tote. His glass rods and gas occupied a portion of our motorhome's "basement" storage. A single piece of sheet metal and 12 x 12 ceramic tile protected the picnic tables that generally served as our outdoor "studio."
Making art was always part of the big picture for our trip and turned out to be one of our greatest pleasures. We never lacked for inspiration and it turns out that setting up a torch and kiln at a campground is a great ice breaker!
I have a number of friends who are talented, dedicated and productive artists. I think of myself as a hobbiest. They, after all, make time on a weekly or even daily basis to create. I am easily distracted by chores, adventures or (now) canine capers. And yet, after 10 months on the road I find myself with an unprecedented accumulation of creative product. Some would call it “inventory.”
After much consideration and an even greater amount of whining, I succumbed to the inevitable and opened an Etsy store. Lacking a better idea, I have named it AnythingCanHappenDay. It seemed to fit.