Direct to you from Santa Ana Hall, fall of 1999. Because what else do you do when your art class requirements include at least one drawing, sketch, or painting a day? That's right - you take your laundry, markers and a sketchbook all the way to the basement.
There's not much to draw down there, though, at least not in the laundry room. Which begs the question: I think there was a TV room with a foosball table, and possibly even a view of the mountains. So why did I sit in the laundry room sketching the detergent? I still love packaging enough that I might even start buying detergents and cleaners just to draw them.
And I know what detergent I was using twelve years ago. Do you?