It’s interesting what comes surfacing from your past when you do something you’ve been meaning to do (or hearing people beg you to do)… such as clearing up what’s supposed to be an office and not a dumping ground. So here’s one. I never grew up with pastels. I had cheap crayons – mostly broken pieces, though not exactly hand-me-downs. This pastel on a Corona sketch pad 9″x12″ endured my silly stuff. But hey, this one has lasted this long, maybe it’s meant to be seen by other eyes. haha. Yeah right.