A film director once remarked that he admired a certain actor's work because he could tell the character had a life "beyond the frame". In paintings, that's the quality that delights me. A feeling that I'm glimpsing one moment, one breath of life--that the world on canvas or paper continues beyond the frame. Pastels, for me, are the ideal medium for capturing that moment. They glow with life, and yet they allow that captured moment to exist in breathless suspension for decades--even centuries--after that moment ends. Nothing gets me as close to the story as pastels: I'm not distanced by a brush. It's just my fingers and the colors, nothing in between.