Practising patience

So here we are, in front of an easel, surrounded by many other easels, hearing soft pastels touching the paper, and many soft pastels scattered around. A feeling of giggles and something bright dancing inside. When finishing the work, these colourful particles are everywhere, on my clothes, my hair, my tea, my cheeks, my nose, my fingernails, my palms, as if this is a part of interconnecting ritual with a model. The best thing of this practice is learning patience. No speed, no expressive strokes, no bright colours or intensive tones. All has to become unified. Not an easy task for a vibrant personality 🙂

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