As she drew shapes with the brown pastel, she became more and more delighted, exclaiming "It's pony colored! Pony color orange! Hey, this color makes a path color. I made a path to a river", she said, coloring on the green tape she had added to her picture.
This small moment seemed important because of the way Samantha responded to the new media she had discovered. She noticed the rich color and creamy feel of the oil pastel, remarking at the way it got on her hands, which caused smudges on the paper.
After three weeks, Samantha came back to the studio just looking to 'make something'. This time she selected the oil pastels off the shelf herself and began to color with the same brown pastel.
She asked me to write the story of her picture.
I love this story very much, especially because it grew out of the interplay between Samantha and that brown pastel. How did she remember it after almost a month?