I'm not sure why I though it was a good idea to take art for college, I'm only really good at drawing with a pencil. I can't paint, I can't see my ideas and incorporate them into my artwork.
We have an assignment to do a painting, we have a lesson to do it. The lesson is 3 hours, so I will have enough time to finish it hopefully.
The rules are:
•It has to be black and white
•you must sketch the painting first
•it must include nature or a person
The rules where not difficult, but the task itself for me is incredibly hard.
I am trying to do a painting of a girl, holding the world on her hands. The girl herself is black, where as the world in her hands is black and white. The back ground is a diverse rang of streaks, from white all the way to black.
My hand seemed to freely move, I didn't really care about what was happening.
But it seemed to turn out ok, I stood back to look at it and was surprised by myself. The bell to signal the end of the class went off, so I put my signature at the bottom of my painting and then put my name on the back as usual.
-{next lesson}-
"Hello class..." our teacher stood up in front of the class, which he rarely ever does. "As you know last week we all painted a black and white picture of a person or of nature."
We all looked at each other confused and concerned.
"Well, Mr. Braungardt over there produced a very impressive piece of work!" Everyone turned to Tanner, he pulled his sleeves over his hands and began to blush at the compliment.
"Can we see it?" I said, not know where my burst of confidence came from. I turned to see Tanner's eyes widen, as if he was terrified for everyone to see his artwork.
"Of course..." the teacher bent down behind his desk, picking up Tanner's painting, he turned it around and a gasp came from nearly every mouth in the room.
It was amazing, something seemed very recognisable about the painting in front of us, our teacher seemed to recognise it as well.
He looked at me and raised one of his eyebrows, that's when it hit me, Tanner painted me...
He got my short hair, my front and even the shirt I was wearing the day we done this project.
"The rest of class is free, do whatever you please!" The teacher announced, cheers erupting all over the class room.
I walked over to Tanner, seeing as he painted me I wanted to know why.
I sat down across from him, as he still sat looking down at his hand from embarrassment.
"That painting was really cool, but why did you paint me..." I asked quietly, not wanting him to be even more embarrassed.
"I think you're gorgeous..."
(I never know how to end these imagines 😂)
