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What is more creative, more sensuous, than the time when the life and the matter appear from pigments or pastel powder.
What is more exciting than the time when your drawing starts to vibrate and quiver; when the drawing becomes a presence, when a rough draft of eyes is transformed into a glance.
Suddenly in the silence of the workshop, the painter is under the strange impression he is not alone anymore.
This pastel, which needs to be guided without ever being forced, and stroken in order to be better subjected, is so magic.
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