After years of not working with pastels, I have decided to return to my roots. I began with them as a child. One of my most favorite things to do as a teen was to take my allowance and run down to the art store. It was about four blocks from my house. I always loved the smell and feel of the place. In the back were stacks of long wooden drawers that when pulled open revealed every color imaginable of pastels sticks. They were 15 cents a piece and I would stretch my two dollars as far as it would go.
I miss art stores like the one run back then in Savannah, Ga. The man who ran it always called me rainbow because I would touch each color because they were all so beautiful.