Collecting Pastels

I spend a lot of time standing on riverbanks. The water moves slow and steady, brushing past rocks and carrying with it the sounds of birds, wind, and sometimes nothing at all. In those quiet moments, I notice how my shoulders drop and my breathing…

There’s a moment when you stand in front of a pastel painting that feels a little different than standing in front of oil, acrylic, or watercolor. The colors seem to hum. The surface feels alive. And if you lean in close enough, you’ll see the…