Tonight I did a bit of volunteer work -- I'll confess I turned out to be more decorative than useful, for most of the evening, but I tried -- at the Soap Factory.
While sitting at the entry table to greet guests, I made a couple small sketches with the materials I had on hand: my little Moleskine sketch book and a ballpoint pen. The wild violet was pilfered from the grass just outside the building, and the roofline drawing is of the view I had out the Soap Factory window.
I met some really great people, including Jim Rustad of the Weisman Museum, and had a very good time looking at art once my volunteer shift was over. Being at the Soap Factory always makes me happier.