Drawing - Day One

[Akii Chiyako Kurosawa]

She watched with apt amusement as Professor Arovka spoke once again, this time addressing that Ryuga kid’s latest masterpiece that had been meant to humiliate her. Akii bit back the small smile that was threatening to show itself, this kid seriously needed a time out—he needed to realize that this was a learning institution and not a playground where we could do as he pleased. There were rules that were meant to be followed, however, Ryuzaki Ryuga clearly couldn’t comprehend that simple fact.

The thought that perhaps she was being a little harsh in her thoughts of her classmates didn’t seem to cross her mind, they needed to take a chill pill [more like overdose], she sort of hoped that something would happen in the class that would make her classmates settle down and maybe, just maybe, pay attention. Though she knew that that was probably asking too much…

Akii was incredibly tempted to speak up, say something sarcastic despite how out-of-character for her that may have seemed. She opened her mouth but closed it quickly when the taller boy, the one who had entered the class late spoke up, introducing himself to the class, followed by the little blonde. She tilted her head to the side; the poor girl seemed so frightened. While Akii would admit that she had an aversion to talking, for the most part, she wouldn’t say that she was afraid of speaking in front of the class—like this poor girl seemed to be.

She was beginning to feel a little impatient. It’s not like they’d be in class for very much longer and she just wanted to start learning something, anything really—just so that she could say that being here wasn’t a complete waste of time. What was the point of going to class if all they’d be doing was playing around and being immature? Her golden gaze darted to the clock hanging above the blackboard, watching as the second hand ticked by. They still had a long ways to go before class was over, hopefully Professor Arovka would whip the class into shape with enough time left over she her to actually teach them something…

[ryuzakiryuga]

Ryuzaki examined the drawing again. Then, he realized that this was a horrible misrepresentation of his talents as an artist.
Sometimes, I wonder who is the angry one of us.
Normally, he is pretty mature for his age. Well, he was quite for his age anyways. He walked back up to the board and erased the drawing. He then apologizedly bowed to Ms. Arovka and walked back to his desk. he sat back down and embarassedly began drawing some concept art for his game. He was never that good at much when angry, but that was an emotion very seldom seen from him. Heck, emotions were odd for him. He was always known as the one least likely to respond to anything remotely insulting. Then again, most people never insulted his art. Oh well, he would just prove the teacher wrong in class. No need to get worked up about it, just do as he always did. He scanned the art with a mobile scanner he had developed and uploaded it to the Internet. He almost smiled at how THAT project was coming. Sadly, Ryuzaki never smiled. Even if the game became the most popular game ever, he would not celebrate. He would not smile. Life, to him, provided little challenge. Hopefully, he could FIND a challenge.

[hypatia]

Wait, what was happening? It… it looked like the class was settled. Everyone was, more or less, introduced, and the only student still being a major pain in the ass was Mr. Heartt, who, ironically, before the drawings on the board, had been one of the better behaved students. It looked like, dare I say it, that class might be able to proceed normally, like it ought to. Professor Arovka was almost worried that, at any moment, someone or something would burst through the door and throw the class into tumult again. But barring some insane act of God or another new student with an ego problem, maybe class could finally be brought to an end and her yelling could come to an end.

Well, she did have to put Mr. Heartt in his place after his little outburst. To be honest, she suspected that Mr. Ryuga or Ms. Shigura would be the hard ones to shut up (the former out of arrogance and the latter out of ignorance), but apparently Professor Arovka had been wrong in that assumption. At least there was not much to critique here, and indeed she would ignore the entire thing about him bitching about whether she was free after class, since that was sort of pointless, but the rest she should respond to. “How, then, would you determine what a sufficient number of works by which an artist might be judged are, Mr. Heartt? Are two sufficient? Or Three? Or some other arbitrary number? I would say that all you can do is judge an artist by what works one has or has access to. And also, I hardly believe that Leonardo da Vinci was a genius based on that sketch – it shows a bunch of canons mounted on a single frame – hardly something that makes him a genius, unless you would give that title to every man who had one good idea that was never realized. I would also like to point out, again, that I critiqued Mr. Ryuga’s drawing and then said what it says about him – I did not say that I could therefore define him or knew every detail about him, or that I knew everything about his work, only what traits this drawing might be interpreted to say about its artist. Did I make an absolute statement? No, I did not, but you seem extremely eager to act as though I did. And finally, I would like to point out that I have no idea to silence my students, but to correct their mistakes.”

Now that that was done, she could move on to more important matters. “Well, even though you’re late, welcome Mr. Koigokoro and Ms. Otonashii, please try to make sure that it does not happen again. Now, I believe, unless we have objections, we can go through the syllabus with a bit of detail and, after that, I’ll let you all leave – there is not much we can do without you all having done the first set of readings. Is that alright with everyone,” and as she said that, she looked over at Mr. Heartt and then at Mr. Ryuga. Without waiting for a response, she went on, the tone of her voice much calmer than it had been just a few minutes ago when talking to Mr. Heartt. It was funny how quickly your demeanor can change. “So, all of the info at the top should be pretty self explanatory, where and when class is, where my office is, when I’ll be in there for you and come to talk with me. Just know that if those times don’t work for you or you just want to meet at another time, e-mail me and we’ll schedule a meeting. I guess I should say something about Friday classes. While we’re discussing these texts, there won’t be any class then at all, so you don’t have to worry about it, but once we get into the actual drawing part of the class, those will be a time for you all to come in and work on whatever sort of art you’re making with me around to help you out on whatever problems you might be having and to offer advice and all that good stuff. Hopefully no questions yet, but does anyone have one?”

After a brief pause for questions, Hypatia moved on, “So, the goals of the class, you all can read over that real quick, but what it basically says is that our main goal isn’t going to be so much drawing as it is learning about what it is that an artist should be doing and what makes a work of art a work of art. I know that this isn’t exactly what the course description said (because I didn’t write that) but in a way it is – we’re going to be learning to be artists and make art, rather than just be illustrators who make drawings. So, we’re going to do this by considering a number of different art theories, some ancient, like John of Damascus’s, then some from the Italian Renaissance, and then modern art. Now, I actually made a mistake here when I said that Luigi Russolo wasn’t an artist, that’s just because I always think of him as a composer, but he actually was a painter before he started composing and coming up with music theory. What’s important about that is that all of these considerations of art are from artists themselves, which will help us get a grasp on what artists think it is they do and let us in on how we should conceive our projects. Now, I guess I didn’t think about this when writing up this syllabus, but I suppose that there is a wide variance in skill between you all and it’s possible that some of you have no artistic training. None of these writings will help you draw or paint or whatever better, but during weeks six to ten we’ll be going over some of the fundamentals of drawing to help you all out with that. I guess when I was drawing up this syllabus I forgot that this was a class for everyone, not just people who have already had some amount of training, sorry about that. Does that make sense to everyone? I know it’s sort of a lot, but hopefully once I go through the readings it will make more sense.”

Once again, Hypatia paused to give her students an opportunity to ask questions about this. “Once again, the grade break down should be pretty self-explanatory. Though, let me add that participation will factor into your participation grade, so you do need to show up to class. So, let’s go through the readings and I’ll give you a quick summary of each one. So, for Wednesday we’ll be reading St. John Damascene’s defense of icons, which was written at a time when the church in the east decided that religious icons should be destroyed and what we should get out of it is how art relates to the divine and can hold the completely immaterial and infinite, be it God or some metaphysical concept or even some emotion. Hopefully, it won’t be too hard for you all, though I know these religious texts can be a bit dense at times – just try your best and if you don’t know eighth century theology I won’t hold it against you. In addition we’ll be reading the first preface to Vasari’s Lives of the Artists, which is a series of short biographies of famous Italian artists – this will be giving us a basis off of which to read the later lives and gives a bit of art theory in and of itself. Then for week two we’ll read about Giotto, one of the first post-medieval artists who incorporated something of perspective to his works along with increased dynamism. Along with the Life of Giotto, we’ll be reading Hesse’s novel Journey to the East which is mainly about the discovery of the self and how it is manifest in writing, one’s actions and the journey through life, and finally through visual arts. And finally, the readings from Art in Theory are about symbolism and expressionism and romanticism, which were some of the last artistic movements before the twentieth century and the advent of modernism. This will be the hardest week for you all, since it’s a lot of reading. If you find it’s too much, then feel free to skip over most of Journey to the East, but try to at least read the last twenty or so pages of it, which will be the most important ones for our class. Following that, we will be moving forward in time a bit, to some of the first of the Florentine masters of Italian art, Ghiberti, who was a famous sculptor, Brunelleschi, who was a sculptor and architect, Fran Angelico, a monk and painter, who will serve as a good counter-point to St. John, and finally Botticelli, who is perhaps the first of the truly great Renaissance painters. Then we’ll also be reading about the foundations of Modern art with a diverse collection of both political, intellectual, and artistic writings that formed the basis of pre-World War One and early war art. Now, I also included two Futurist writings, one of which is also in Art in Theory, though I prefer the translation I photocopied for you all and then another one on Futurist music which should be interesting food for thought. The real topic of this week is innovation and those landmark times that mark the end of one style and the invention of a new style. Then, we’ll keep pushing forward with Michelangelo, who is the greatest of the Renaissance artists, and with some of the reactions against the modern art proposed in the last week. And following this, we’ll read about collapse, of a sort, in fifth week, with Cimabue and with Dada, disruptive art, and abstract art. I say collapse because with Cimabue, we see the problem of what can come after perfection has been achieved and with the Dadaists, Abstractors, and the Dissenters what can be done as the world falls apart around you and how art can be simultaneously destructive, subversive, and creative. After that, there will be no more readings, but you should go back and read the lives of all the other Renaissance artists and should keep reading through Art in Theory. So, I know that was a whole lot of talking, but do you all have any questions about what I said? Just keep in mind that you’ll understand what I mean better when you actually go through the readings.”

Again, a short pause, to wait for and address the students’ questions. “And after that, we’re going to get down to the nitty-gritty and actually start making art, were you all will have to decide on a theoretical framework within which you will be working and then start on an artistic project of some sort. We’ll also be doing actual art lessons during this time as well. Hopefully by the thirteenth week we will be done our compositions, in the fourteenth and fifteenth weeks you all will give presentations on what you’ve created, and then we’ll talk about each composition. Though, I might have to change those dates based on how quickly things go and whether you all need more time to work on your art. Now, I know this class is called drawing, but I really don’t care what medium you compose in – if you like to sculpt or paint or organize happenings, then feel free to make a sculpture, painting, or happening, I don’t want to limit any of you. However, I will only be giving lessons on drawing, to stop this class from becoming way too complicated. So, this is pretty much it for what I have to say about the syllabus and how class will go. If you have questions about what I just said or anything I’ve said so far, please, feel free to ask. If not, well, then I suppose I’ll let you all go, except for the people I’ve told to meet with me and who want to meet with me.”

[Rune Veliospirus Ravencroft]

Wait.. what the hell? He listened to Hypatia going on about what she intended to teach. Damn right it wasn't what was on the course description. He had signed up for DRAWING class, not ART THEORY class. Had he expected an easy A by taking a drawing course. No he hadn't. He had come to this class to learn how to use more then just a pencil and paper. It was one thing if maybe it was interspersed in the learning of how to work in other mediums other then just paper. To say this was a let down would be at best an incredible understatement. And they were going to be learning about how this stuff pertained to writing... and dealing with futurist music? Were these terms he simply didn't know... or was this also know a bloody english and music class as well? This had to be a mistake or something.

Once she was done talking, as much as he didn't want to be an ass about this and all, but he definitely had to ask. He raised his hand and waited a couple seconds before saying, "Umm.. professor Arovka, not trying to be an ass or anything... but I haven't mistakenly walked into a art theory class or something and I'm in the wrong room... have I?" Chances were he'd be unable to drop the class and all.... but he sure as hell was going up to the main office if this was somehow the class he signed up for. Sure, he was a rich boy and paying for this class and all was a joke.... but he didn't like when he was told one thing, and it was something else, regardless of the scenario, be it a job application, a class, or being tricked into becoming an organ donor. They should damn well say what the class actually is.. not have it that they make it sound like your going to learn one thing but it's really something wholly different.

[Tore-n Hade Koigokoro]

Tore-n Koigokoro;

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[atrb=style, background: #b2c7d6; padding: 8px;-webkit-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 5px; opacity: 0.6] Wait did Tore-n hear the professor correctly? They were going to learn art theory? If he remembered correctly he was told by his adviser this was a class for drawing not learning about the theory of it. Maybe he heard incorrectly maybe he was just lost in his own little world from his little drawing he made and he missed a bit of information she said. Then again how could have he misheard a whole speech about the class with pauses in between for question? This wasn’t what he hoped for and he was pretty sure he wasn’t the only one. Then again he didn’t want to contradict the professor or question her methods. She was the professor not him and what she says goes weather he likes it or not. When the boy in silver hair asked the professor if he had gotten the wrong room and was in an art theory class Tore-n couldn’t believe he was in drawing class either and he wanted to say something too. He came in late already though he didn’t want to get on her bad side any more. He just sat there with a dumbfounded look on his face he was just way too confused about what he was going to do. If he dropped the class he would get a refund from the school in which he can use the money for other things, but if he stayed he might not have as much fun as he wanted to. What was he to do? His options were limited to either doing what he wants to or what he should do. He couldn’t make up his mind though was he going to be tortured by his indecisiveness? If only someone would express his woes for him maybe then he would feel a bit better.	[atrb=style, width: 100px; vertical-align: top;]
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[chilirox1]

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[Adelaide Phoenyx Rae]

YOU KEEP REPEATING ME LINES THAT YOU THINK I WANNA HEAR
but i don't wanna hear anymore

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[atrb=style, text-align: justify; background: #000000; color: #555555; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px;] Adelaide was thoroughly grateful when the class seemed to be calming down. Ryuzaki seemed to realize that he had been very childish and had cleaned off the board. The people who had been talking so much finally got quiet, except for one boy who thought it a good idea to talk back to the teacher about the way she was treating Ryuzaki. She thought the teacher could have handled the earlier situation better but the other boy, Zeran, had no right to comment on the matter. The only one that had that right was Ms. Arovka and Ryuzaki. The teacher had a few words for Zeran, of course, before finally moving along with the class. Finally, they were going over the syllabus. Adelaide continued to doodle in her notebook, of course, but she listened intently as she did so. Taking in what was said about the class itself and how it wasn't going to really help those who didn't have any previous training. The reason for that being: the teacher hadn't really thought about that when writing up the class. But, even though the class wouldn't help her with actual drawing skills until later on, she figured that learning about real artists and such would, in the end, help her to grasp certain concepts that she probably wouldn't have ever thought about otherwise. Plus, she didn't mind reading. After the lecture/speech was concluded, it was announced that anyone who hadn't been asked to stay could leave. Unless, of course, they wished to stay and speak to Ms. Arovka for some reason. She wasn't one of the students that had been asked to stay and she also didn't have any reason to stay. So, when she heard the dismissal, she began to put away her things. Ignoring the outburst from Texia, she stood up and picked up her bag. "Ittekimasu," she said quietly as she passed by the teachers next, bowing her head slightly. As she left the room, she pulled her headphones back up to cover her ears again, reaching into her bag to turn on her IPod as well. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - .Wordcount: 360 .Place: Anderson - 2nd Floor .Tags: Drawing Class. .Notes: Ittekimasu = I'm Leaving. [ Topic Left ] .Lyrics: Adelaide by Anberlin

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[aster]

Music blared in the young man's ears as he strolled along. He was late but he really didn't give a damn at the moment, he could worry about that later, he'd had to make a trip to the Nurses office with an injured student after pulling them out of scrap with another student in the halls.

Stupid and pointless really, that was what took him so long.

He dragged both the injured students to the nurses office and then just well, left them there to be treated for whatever cuts and bruises they had. After that he excused himself and headed to his class, headphones in his ears as he went and then slowly as he arrived he pushed the door open.

Apparently, all the class was there already, and it was time for them to leave, he was the only one who hadn't been on time.

"Sorry I missed the class. My name's Aster Hyperion. Had to drag two students to the nurses office, if you don't believe me feel free to check. Mind telling me what I missed?" He gave a quick introduction as he stood waiting to be told anything at all or even be given a piece of paper with the syllabus on it.

Ohhhh his day just got better and better didn't it?

[Akii Chiyako Kurosawa]

Akii was a little startled by how different this class seemed to be from what had been written in the class summary when she was signing up for classes, but she couldn’t exactly say that it was an unpleasant surprise. She always liked learning new things and she had a feeling that she’d be learning a lot about art and history that she didn’t know before. Though she had an inkling that some of the other students wouldn’t share her enthusiasm towards the subject, but they could just get over themselves. There was still time to drop the class if the others felt so strongly about it, though she wasn’t sure how dropping a class would affect someone’s GPA [if it even would affect it at all].

She found herself quite interested in what Hypatia had to say [*coughteacherspetcough*], sure she didn’t recognize several of the names and works mentioned but she had a feeling that she would by the end of the semester. But part of her was a tad disappointed that they wouldn’t be focusing as much on drawing as she had originally thought, but to be honest, after hearing from the Professor what they’d be learning she didn’t care as much about the drawing half of the class as she originally thought she would have—art history and actually learning things that she hadn’t known before really appealed to her.

She was quite astounded that even though class was nearly over there were still stragglers coming in, late of course.

As soon as Professor Arovka finished her speech she dismissed the class, Akii made to leave, snatching her messenger bag and shouldering it before she remembered that she’d been asked to stay after class for some reason. She let the strap of her bag slide off of her shoulder once more and fall back to the floor beside her desk, not sure how long this meeting would take.

“You wanted to see me Professor?

[/color]” She spoke up, her voice a little meek and quiet sounding with an underlying tone of curiosity. It had been driving her crazy all class [well, the class in general had been driving her crazy—but this had as well], she just couldn’t figure out what it could have been that the professor wanted to talk to her about…
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[Zeran Heartt]

Zeran listened to Hypatia's response, and for once decided to bite his tongue on minor corrections until after class, since she had explained her full point behind it to him. He still felt like he was in the right, but at least he had more of a feel for what Hypatia was thinking.

Zeran calmly listened to the explanation of the course, a little miffed that he it seemed to be more centered on the concepts rather than the actual drawing, at least for the time being, but understanding why that was part of the course, after the spiel and Rune's response, Zeran turned to look at Rune.

"Wow, Rune. Way to pull a Zeran there." Zeran said. "It's not art theory, yeah, there's a little more about the concepts behind art than I'd probably like, but background information is important, besides this, based on other works, you can make your own style, and theory is sometimes the best thing for art. Maybe it could use a little more of the actual drawing, but it's hardly simply an art theory class." Zeran then turned his attention to professor Arovka, but waited for what she had to speak to the white haired girl about before taking his turn. After she had, he walked over to the professor's desk. "A) My point was not setting a goal for the judging, I was saying you shouldn't pass harsh judgement based on one drawing. B) Just guns on framework? Wrong. It was designed so that after one row of guns was done, it another could be started nearly immediately at the same level. C) This is going sound very weird, but read my pencil." Zeran said, holding at the pencil his father had written the odd note on. "I have no idea if you know my dad but if you do . . . well, this shouldn't surprise you. If you don't, be very creeped out that he somehow knows who you are."

[namine]

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[atrb= style, font-family: arial; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #8ba2b9; border: 5px dotted #000000; color: 000000; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.8] Namine couldn't help breathing a small sigh of relief when Professor Arovka moved on. No one really payed much attention to her, thankfully, and that made her feel a lot better. Slipping into the comfort she found in being unnoticed, she whole-heartedly listened to the professor's teaching. The going over of the syllabus was somewhat lengthy [Lengthy? Lengthy?! It was freaking huge! Damn you Keiran], but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. While the topics were new and unknown to her, she didn't mind. It was called a university for a reason right? She'd have to learn a lot of new things in thetime she was here, and this was probably just a taste of what that was like. Of course, as Professor Arovka stopped for questions, Namine wasn't one of the students who raised her hand. Maybe she did have a question or two, but she didn't feel they were important enough to voice. She could probably figure them out on her own time, and she didn't want to speak in the class again. She twiddle her fingers a little as the professor answered the other students' questions. She only paid half attention, however, since she just didn't find she was too interested in the other students' wonderings. Her mind started to wander until she heard the teacher begin to talk about the syllabus again. This session was about the same length of the last one. As she finished up and asked for more questions, Namine began to gather her things. There weren't much, as this was her last class of the day, and only brought her sketchpad and pencil. Prepared to leave, as Professor Arovka wrapped up the class, Namine wasted no time getting up and silently walking towards the door. As she passed the professor, she issued a soft, "Thank you for the class," and she was gone. Namine stopped once she was outside the door. She'd almost forgotten she'd signed up for Art Club. She really wasn't sure where or when it was, and for now, as much as she didn't want to, she'd wait outside the art room to ask the professor about it. Or, maybe a student, if they were in the club as well. Not that she was all that thrilled to go and ask one.

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