always stay there until the particular
freehand work in pastel concerned is
completely finished. By then they are
all pretty much just filthy little lumps
of various sizes, all of a very similar
indeterminate muddy brown colour.
I throw them all in a small wooden
box of (seemingly magic) cornflour
which I then gently shake back and
forth for a while before picking them
out one at a time (now incredibly
clean) and brushing the cornflour
off before replacing them in their
respective places in the long, shallow
trays in which they live. Some are
still almost full length while others
are just small fragments but I clean
them all and put them back for use
next time. One of the things my brain
likes so much about pastels is that
there is no waste at all (unlike paint).
Small fragments often have sharp
edges on them which are always very
handy and even the tiniest fragments
can be smooshed into the work
altogether till there is literally nothing
left in your hand. So at the end of
each project even the tiny unused
fragments are also cleaned and put
back to use next time. It’s also a lot
easier than trying to get my brain to
make a lot of “judgements” about
what’s too small and what’s not and
resigning the “less deserving” bits
to the irreversible oblivion of the
bin. I never put any of my pastels
away unless they are spotlessly
clean as I wouldn’t know what was
what in all the next times otherwise,
and once you put just one dirty one
back in the tray the toboggan ride
Fig 4: Pulleys and bracket on the upper
part of frame, cable comes up from anchor
point and down to large steel counterweight.
Fig 5: The skritching and the scratching.
Fig 6: The three main bad boys I
know of. Middle one is the awesome
Art Spectrum Flinders Red/Violet.
Fig 4
Fig 5
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