I introduced a kid to pastels.
It was a marvelous, quiet night. I found a forgotten old box of cast-off pastels that hadn't been used in years... I brought it out, and he smiled. It simply meant a Free License to Make a Mess. We opened the treasure chest of colors, and put some large papers down on the kitchen table. Peel the colors, break them into pieces. Use the sides, the tops, the hard edge on the bottom. No lines, just your imagination.
Scribbling makes the best pastel art.
In front of my eyes, his blank white page grew entangled with roots and vines. Nordic myth and legend spilled over a pastel waterfall, alive with mystery.
We drew together until late in the night.
No technology. No screen. Just colors and paper... And his imagination.