pastel passion

There it stands, blank before me, waiting to be touched, bursting with potential. With each soft stroke it takes a new form, preparing itself for the next. The strokes increase in number and intensity and it responds to it... it expects it... it welcomes it.

The slightest change in pressure of my touch yields visibly rewarding differences. The continuous and patient motion of my hands finally results in a brilliant explosion of contrasting scenes: silk softness merged with rough, hard lines. What was once blank now covered with radiant beauty and colour.