Sometimes, you gotta revisit the past...go back to the beginning. Figure out how early passions inform the present. For me, it's the memories of art school, my love of drawing/painting people from life, capturing their faces and the stories behind them.
I was very happy to discover a professional gathering of artists happening just a stone's throw from my home, the Pauper's Art Guild. Like a kid in a candy shop, I was instantly enamored of this place filled with serious (and fun) artists. The walls display gorgeous original art while numbered prints on the consignment pile wait to be framed. Tom Waits, Elvis Costello or some obscure indy band urges us on as those present delve into it with the medium of their choice. While it was a bit of a rough start getting back in the swing of drawing from a model, soon everything resolved itself. The atmosphere goes from silent intensity to raucous debates with a little blue humor mixed in. I found my tribe, in my own 'hood, no less!