Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2017 20:05:41 GMT -5
October 3rd | Monday | 3pm
After thoroughly embarrassing Jeremie, Emilie left his class with the items she needed with the promise she’d return them to Ms. Lacroix on his behalf. She was still trying to figure out exactly how she felt about working with him. A part of her was thrilled. The majority, actually. However the fun-killing-paranoid blip in her brain kept reminding her she didn’t develop long-term relationships for a reason. And that included friendships. Or… benefits type friendships… Emotions always got involved and always got in the way. She’d have to make it clear she wasn’t interested in anything serious. And that she wasn’t about to get involved on any level beyond the physical.
Right. Anyway.
It was her first class and she was stoked.
She’d prepared the classroom she was borrowing already, which meant by the time she got back from her little after-class meeting with Professor Keller, she already had a student or two uncertainty standing near the stations. There were plenty of canvases all held up on adjustable easels with small hip-height trays next to them. The walls of the classroom were lined with supplies; mediums of every sort available for the students to use though the more exotic and expensive items were under lock, key and charm so that only Emilie could access them. Many extra canvases were stacked against the walls in any size, as well as cameras and lighting equipment.
Coming in with a bright, excited smile and no sign of nervousness, Emilie practically squealed with delight as she moved into the center of the canvas circle and placed the items on a tall pillar.
”Welcome to Art!”
Arranging the incredibly large and heavy book, ornate candlestick, and crystal decanter on the pillar she then drew a light to the tip of her wand, but instead of blowing it free like she had in Aristos’ class room she laid it gently in the middle of the three objects so that they glowed from the middle; creating unusual and beautiful prism effects with the crystal.
Turning, she started to explain the expectations for the class to the students that had arrived and would fill in the stragglers later. If one thing was clear about Ms. Prince, it was that she wasn’t a stickler for time management.
”This semester will be about self discovery,” She said with a smile as she made her way over to her own corner of the room where two half-finished paintings were drying from earlier in the day. One was of a man slightly familiar, taking a drink of an amber liquid and looking away from the viewer; cast in shadow in what looked like a blurred bar scene. The details not yet cast. The other was even fainter. A woman looking out a french window. The features of the female model obscured though the blonde hair and blue eyes could be telling of a relative of Emilie’s. ”You will be able to use any medium you want to create your masterpieces, and you can create them in any order and speed that you wish, but I will be able to tell if you’re not trying.”
Crawling up on her stool, she hooked her heels back and leaned forward; her hands resting on her knees and elbows locked as she looked at the students with nothing but warmth emanating from her person.
”And even though this is an elective, I hope you all try. At the end of our semester I want at least six portraits from each of you. You can do more if you please. They can be sketched, painting, photographed, whatever. All I want is to be able to see the soul of the person you’re capturing. How they make you feel when you see them. How you feel when they’re gone. Use whatever muses come to you. You can know them personally, or they can be a stranger in a cafe.”
Her eyes caught each student one by one as her gaze threaded between all of them. She was ecstatic by the turn out. She honestly hadn’t expected this many.
”My only stipulation is that I receive at least two self portraits out of those six or more. Also, for those of you who are not seventeen I need you to have your parents or guardians sign one of the permission slips posted at the door. I have a few field trips I would love to include every student in.”
Gesturing to the easels, she grinned.
”Go on, now! Claim a station and show me what you got!”
Right. Anyway.
It was her first class and she was stoked.
She’d prepared the classroom she was borrowing already, which meant by the time she got back from her little after-class meeting with Professor Keller, she already had a student or two uncertainty standing near the stations. There were plenty of canvases all held up on adjustable easels with small hip-height trays next to them. The walls of the classroom were lined with supplies; mediums of every sort available for the students to use though the more exotic and expensive items were under lock, key and charm so that only Emilie could access them. Many extra canvases were stacked against the walls in any size, as well as cameras and lighting equipment.
Coming in with a bright, excited smile and no sign of nervousness, Emilie practically squealed with delight as she moved into the center of the canvas circle and placed the items on a tall pillar.
”Welcome to Art!”
Arranging the incredibly large and heavy book, ornate candlestick, and crystal decanter on the pillar she then drew a light to the tip of her wand, but instead of blowing it free like she had in Aristos’ class room she laid it gently in the middle of the three objects so that they glowed from the middle; creating unusual and beautiful prism effects with the crystal.
Turning, she started to explain the expectations for the class to the students that had arrived and would fill in the stragglers later. If one thing was clear about Ms. Prince, it was that she wasn’t a stickler for time management.
”This semester will be about self discovery,” She said with a smile as she made her way over to her own corner of the room where two half-finished paintings were drying from earlier in the day. One was of a man slightly familiar, taking a drink of an amber liquid and looking away from the viewer; cast in shadow in what looked like a blurred bar scene. The details not yet cast. The other was even fainter. A woman looking out a french window. The features of the female model obscured though the blonde hair and blue eyes could be telling of a relative of Emilie’s. ”You will be able to use any medium you want to create your masterpieces, and you can create them in any order and speed that you wish, but I will be able to tell if you’re not trying.”
Crawling up on her stool, she hooked her heels back and leaned forward; her hands resting on her knees and elbows locked as she looked at the students with nothing but warmth emanating from her person.
”And even though this is an elective, I hope you all try. At the end of our semester I want at least six portraits from each of you. You can do more if you please. They can be sketched, painting, photographed, whatever. All I want is to be able to see the soul of the person you’re capturing. How they make you feel when you see them. How you feel when they’re gone. Use whatever muses come to you. You can know them personally, or they can be a stranger in a cafe.”
Her eyes caught each student one by one as her gaze threaded between all of them. She was ecstatic by the turn out. She honestly hadn’t expected this many.
”My only stipulation is that I receive at least two self portraits out of those six or more. Also, for those of you who are not seventeen I need you to have your parents or guardians sign one of the permission slips posted at the door. I have a few field trips I would love to include every student in.”
Gesturing to the easels, she grinned.
”Go on, now! Claim a station and show me what you got!”
