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Post by meigan on Mar 6, 2008 15:41:01 GMT -8
Ahh! Art class! The period of the day when an individual could release all their tension, frustration, creativity, thoughts, ideas, worries, concerns, angst, longing, pain, nausea, energy, fatigue, stress, constructiveness, destructiveness and basically every other feeling imaginable in one place. Marina believed that art was the answer to all of life's ailments...and someone has yet to prove her otherwise!
The bell toned, signaling the end of the prior class, giving 5 minutes for students to run to their lockers and get to their next class. Ms. Cassidy could be found at the 'head' of the classroom, painting on a 4ft x 5ft canvas that rested on an easel set close to the ground so she could reach the entire surface.
The classroom didn't really have a 'head', like the rest of the streamline classrooms. To the 'front' there was a chalkboard (with the words 'Ms. Cassidy' written in a pink flourish) and a desk covered with art supplies, post it notes, pencils, and a closed laptop covered with a scrap piece of canvas for safety. Rotating to the left was a row of large windows and a door to the outside, usually propped open for air, and a scattering of easels facing the windows, others turned in all sorts of directions. Turning to the left again (to face the 'back' of the classroom) were the sinks, storage cabinets, and drying racks, as well as the door from the hallway. One more left turn to the final wall one could find the potter's wheels and more storage cabinets. All art supplies imaginable rested within those confines. Clay, colored pencils, graphite pencils, charcoal, paper, canvas, paints, brushes, pallates, water glasses, pottery tools, mini sponges, ink and pens, watercolors, craypas, pastels...you name it.
Painting on her large canvas, Marina waited for her students to arrive.
[ooc: I will post again on Sunday March 9th, if you haven't made an intro post by then, you'll will be marked as tardy and either will not be eligible for the 1 exp (if I'm mean) or you'll have to write a 350 word description to get the exp (if I'm meaner? ;D) ]
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Post by olesya on Mar 6, 2008 15:51:19 GMT -8
Olesya was more of a musician than she was an artist...but fine arts were fine arts, right? Sure...anyway she'd signed up for it as an elective, and it sounded fun. Olesya liked to think 'out of the box' anyhow.
Strolling into the classroom, she took a seat at the artist's tables in the middle of the classroom. She looked about at all the different things the room had to offer...it all looked so fun! She didn't know where to start, or where they would start in the class. Her gaze drifted up to the woman painting in the front, the teacher she guessed, impressed by the large canvas. What was she going to fill all of that surface with!? By the looks of it, she couldn't tell, all the stroked were still large and blocky, filling in color rather than detail at the moment.
Painting looked like it could be fun, but messy. Actually, most artistic things looked fun but messy. You couldn't do anything like that in Geography class, or even music. It's not like you'd go about playing a sight reading piece and end up with blue in your hair or pink on your nose. It would be interesting to try and explain though, if it did.
Olesya contented herself with watching the woman paint while she waited for her other classmates to arrive, there were a few minutes yet.
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Post by seishounohana on Mar 6, 2008 19:35:52 GMT -8
Emily poked her head in, scanning for any people. Well, there was a few students inside - so she concluded that she wasn't as late as she anticipated. Good God was listening! She settled in, placing her homework on the table as she settle down and sat on a chair she randomly picked. Her work wasn't so bad, actually. In fact, Emily was pretty proud of it. Well, she would've been more proud if she actually didn't mess up on the original one and bought polymer clay instead of the original modeling clay, but ... well, she just hoped that this would be accepted just the same. ---HMWK Description Starts here!--- Emily had taken extra care in making the petals that made up this rose. She had specifically bought pink, white, and green coloured clay for this, but still... it wasn't easy. She also had some little flowers poking out to add some spunk to the small clay paperweight she just made. The little flowers took a bit of effort to put in at the sides of the flower, but in the end it actually complemented the thing. The leaves though, were hell. She had to stick them with the flowers and make sure it still retains a believable shape. Making details on the leaves to make it look the least realistic wasn't easy either. Lacking certain professional materials Emily just finally resorted to using Layla's Surgical pointer. As for the Baking, Emily made sure not to overdo it. She kept her eye on it the entire weekend and made sure it didn't screw up. Anything burnt was bad. She glazed it a bit with some varnish, careful not to make the flower look too shiny. It was just some protection and finishing touches that did the trick. After all, she was aiming for a pretty high up grade. ---HMWK Description ends here! 202 words total--- |
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Post by meigan on Mar 10, 2008 19:13:09 GMT -8
[ooc; Alright from this post on everyone who enters is late. You can still participate so get your asses in here....please?]
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DING...DING...DING....DING...
The bell rang, signaling the start of class. Marina set down her palate, spritzing it with water to keep it moist, and rested her paintbrush in a glass of water. Turning to the class...which consisted of two students, the art teacher frowned, making her way to her desk. She grabbed the attendance book and perched herself on the corner of the desk, flipping the book open and grabbing an artist's pencil from the cup on her desk.
"Odd, I have six names here and only two faces. This should be an interesting attendance...Lervim, Zanathos."
Silence. Not surprising as Zanathos was a masculine name and the two faces before her were female. Marina marked an 'A' for absent next to his name and moved on.
"Meixue, Mira."
More silence. Another 'A' for absent.
"Pott, Stuart. Winters, Jonathan."
Silence, another male name so again, Marina was not surprised. The name Jonathan sounded familiar, the boy who had mistaken her for a student or trespasser as she was painting the mural. Two more late boys, a pity. A flourish of her pencil and she moved on once more.
"Van deBogart, Olesya."
The short hair girl with the slight rocker look raised her hand, making eye contact with Marina, and gave a cheery 'Present.' Marina marked a check next to Miss va deBogart's name and moved on to the last on her roster.
"Santos, Emily."
This name looked familiar, she had attended her last art class. A good student, interested in drawing if she could remember. She looked up, waiting for a reply, her pencil paused above the book, as it had to be the second girl, unless she was in the wrong classroom.
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Kane Hikari
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Post by Kane Hikari on Mar 10, 2008 19:31:28 GMT -8
Kane opened the door and shut it behind himself, spinning a set of keys to a Jag on his finger with a smile on his face. He practically ignored the teacher as he kept walking and he looked up with a stupid little grin saying “I guess I owe you something for being late and all…” he tossed the keys at the teacher without a second thought.
He then looked around and said, “Names Kane Hikari, but I guess you would know that from the way I just acted.” he then walked off to a seat towards the back of the class and picked up a pencil and doodled in his notebook.
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Post by seishounohana on Mar 10, 2008 19:43:53 GMT -8
Emily looked at the new guy, Kane, who just arrived in class. Interestingly, he threw something at the teacher. What the heck was that...?
She raised a hand timidly, "...Present." She said, looking at Ms. Cassidy a bit then glancing at the doodling Kane and sighing.
Now she looked at her homework. Was it good enough? Was it ok? Would it get a decent grade?!
Questions filled her mind, and Emily had no choice but to wait for an answer.
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Post by meigan on Mar 10, 2008 20:19:43 GMT -8
Before the second girl could answer, the door to the art room opened and closed distractingly, admitting a boy. Kane Hikari? Looking over her attendance list, the name didn't stand out to her. Catching the keys that were thrown at her, she set them purposefully on the desk.
"You're late, and you aren't even registered for this class. If you wish you may stay, but if you are disruptive I will have to remove you, do I make myself clear? You may pick your keys up after class."
Her voice was even, and her eyes were narrowed slightly as they focused on the overly confident student, clearly not amused, and not swayed by bribes. She wasn't one to deny an education in art, but she didn't deal with unnecessary disruptions and arrogance. The second girl rose her hand, speaking, and Ms. Cassidy marked her down as present, writing down the new boys name beneath the rest and marking him present as well. She then closed her attendance book and set it beside her on the desk.
"Today we will be working with watercolor. Watercolor, from the French word 'aquarelle,' is a pigment suspended in water. The most commonly used support for watercolor is paper, though papyrus, vellum, plastics, wood, canvas and bark papers are also common. The paints and brushes can be found in the back cabinet, there are glasses and paper towels by the sink. Paper can be found in the cabinet to the front and you can choose from different varieties. There are also a few books here on my desk if you would like to review the works of some known watercolor artists before you begin. Also, Miss Santos, if you could bring your artwork to my desk I can grade it during the class period."
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Post by seishounohana on Mar 10, 2008 20:44:49 GMT -8
Well, serves that guy right a bit. Keys. Could be car keys? Was this guy trying to bribe the teacher into letting him in? He could've just asked to... would've been better off rather than bribing Ms. Cassidy.
Bribes, Graft, Corruption - all in abundance in the philippines, and honestly - like most of the people who lived and/or living there, she was already callous to it. "Meh" was the perfect way to say what she felt like right now.
"...Also, Miss Santos, if you could bring your artwork to my desk I can grade it during the class period."
Emily nodded and stood, taking her rose and headed up to Ms. Cassidy's. She carefully placed it on her desk. "Here." she said.
Emily then sighed, thankful that this was over. She had been so careful to not break the thing the entire time.
Aye, Emily just has to be so... obsessive.
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Post by Kane Hikari on Mar 10, 2008 20:54:32 GMT -8
Kane smiled to the woman and said “The car is yours if you want it…” as he walked by to grab a cup and a couple paper towels. He filled the glass half full with water and brought it back to his desk. He then went and got a piece of paper, the more expensive kind that was specifically made for watercolors. And finally he grabbed a set of paints and proceeded to work. First he started with a gentle outline in pencil of what he planned on drawing and then added just a drop of water to each paint, using the brush to move it. He worked slowly and carefully, intent of getting every detail just right. He had to work off of memory for most of the image, it had been a few days since he actually spent time looking at her face… his mind drifted to her image and he continued to paint her beauty as best he could with what little he had to work with. After an hour he took a break and things continued, soon class would end and if the teacher allowed he would stay longer to finish his work, all he would have left to do was her eyes.  (the work) |
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Post by Stu Pott on Mar 10, 2008 21:05:41 GMT -8
Stu, very unkempt, staggered into class, literally a few seconds after the bell rang. He lounged over to his seat. He fell down, the stool swiveling, as he did a full 360 before coming to a complete stop. He looked around.
There were some students staring. Others were doing other things.
He took out a doodle. He had his artwork, but decided to go last in class...
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Post by seishounohana on Mar 10, 2008 21:33:43 GMT -8
Emily watched the obnoxious boy pick his materials and shook her head, heading out to get her materials as well. Just simple, coupon paper was enough. She also took a glass vase and a little plastic flower that was lying around the room. Emily carried them to her table and stopped a for a while to think what she'd do with this. She had subjects, she had paper and Watercolours... not much ideas. One could resort to just painting it as it is; the way she placed them onto the table. Alright, here we go. She took a small pencil and made soft lines. From here she just stared at her subjects and decided what colours to use from then on. [Artwork (c) ~Polojojo @ Deviantart] |
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Post by meigan on Mar 11, 2008 11:10:15 GMT -8
Olesya turned as a boy walked into the room, quirking an eyebrow and pursing her lips as she recognized him at the tree stealer in the park. The little rich boy who finds loopholes in everything...and now he thinks he can just waltz into class late and throw her keys to some car Daddy bought him? She shook her head, thus ignoring him.
She listened when the teacher spoke, Ms. Cassidy, she guessed from the name written on the chalkboard. Watercolors were fun, and though not particularly artistic, she did love art. Turning again as another individual entered the classroom, she broke out into a grin.
"Hey Stu."
She greeted her band mate enthusiastically. At least there was someone she knew here. Getting up from her chair she went to the pack and grabbed a watercolor flat, a large brush and a small brush, and a glass of water. Making her way back up to her seat, she stopped at the other girl's desk, Santos, Emily, and looked at her progress.
"That's really nice."
She smiled in a friendly manner before heading back to her seat and going to grab some paper form the front cabinet.
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"You may pick your keys up after class, Mister Hikari."
Ms. Cassidy repeated in a 'there will be no more debating' tone. Just as she moved to resume her own painting another student walked in. Late. Another boy. Leaning back against her desk again, she grabbed her attendance book and flipped it open.
"You're late. Name?"
She asked the vacant looking boy, twirling the pencils slowly between her fingers, the word 'late' enunciated sharply.
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Post by seishounohana on Mar 14, 2008 18:28:31 GMT -8
The girl was already done with the lighter background colour. The hardest part of any painting was picking colours. Primarily because, unless you're aiming for those eccentrically coloured paintings it was not gonna do well for the mood Emily wanted to portray. She want it simple, with as few colours as possible.
So that's Green, Yellow and several other shades of Gray.
She was done with the gray background, Next up was to let it dry a bit before continuing. It was then a classmate of hers peeked at her work. Honestly, Emily was pretty hesitant to let her see... but she already had a glance of it, no choice but to let her see anyways.
"That's really nice."
Emily blushed. She really wasn't pretty good with watercolours. Maybe using Copic Markers or just inking... but watercolours... eh, she wasn't bad at it - she's just not confident about her abilities regarding the art.
"Thanks." She said, cleaning her brush a bit with water before resuming to do the darker colours.
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Post by olesya on Mar 17, 2008 21:41:49 GMT -8
Grinning, Oleysa returned to her seat and opened her watercolors to begin painting. She didn't want to paint a still life, but rather, illustrated to the music wandering through her head. ---Begin Assignment--- Olesya began with a pale blue wash over the top half of the page. She then added different values of blue and green to the top, the colors bleeding to give a watery look. Then, letting that dry a little, she made some swirls of different colors on the bottom portion, yellows, blues, purples, tans to block out the shape of shells and the ocean floor. Once that was no longer too wet, she swept in with color for three fish, tailfins down with their gaping O mouths pointed upward. Their appearance was over dramatized, comic even. She painted them with bright colors, imitating the color scheme of tropical fish. With slight looping strokes she placed in the scales, oversized and disproportionate to the fish themselves. Moving back to the ocean floor, and using more concentrated pigment, Olesya painted in the shells swirls and dots, making them pop out from the sandy bottom itself, which she painted a pale tan. She painted in the scales with miniature tropical themes such as boats, sandals, beach balls, palm trees, hibiscus flowers..no two scale was exactly the same and no two fish had the same theme scheme. Overall her painting was a comical work, lacking any sort of realism element. ---End Assignment. 207 Words--- It would take her the entirety of the class to fill in all the details of the scales, and she hummed to herself merrily as she dotted the paintbrush on the paper. [ooc: Inspiration piece link] |
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Post by meigan on Apr 3, 2008 14:30:17 GMT -8
Marina watched her students work diligently, walking up and down the desks and watching them paint. "Be careful with your proportions, theres a skull model at the front of the room if you would like to utilize it. Very good." She gently warned the kid with the car keys, Kane. Overall he was doing a nice job, but often amateur painters struggled with the human form, so it was good practice. She made her way over to the flower girl, Emily. She placed her homework assignment on her desk along with a piece of paper with her critique. Overall grade, A-. Very nice. "Watch your ellipses of the bottle, don't make them too pointy on the ends or it will flatten your bottle. Nice work."She looked curiously at the kid with the black eyes who seemed to have disappeared into his own world, though he was doodling, so she would just let him get to his work. Marina made her way around to the last girl who was painting an abstract piece of fish. "If you want crisp lines, be careful to wait until the neighboring color is completely dry or your colors will bleed together." She pointed to a spot near the first fishes fin that bleed a tiny bit. "Craftsmanship is the key to art making."---- CLASS WILL END AFTER ONE LAST TEACHER POST ON THE 8TH OF APRIL!
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