`Art Tutoring? [Luke]

[Rene McKenlie]

Do they even make such a thing as art tutoring? Rene wasn't quite sure if they did, but some of her students really, really needed it. She wasn't calling them bad artists or anything, but some shouldn't quit their day job that's for sure. Though she knew that some students just took her class in order to be around her, which was very flattering but kinda creepy too. Rene easily got over it, being a teacher for awhile lets you gain a trait called 'patience.' You get really good at dealing with people. Wonderful thing patience is, really useful at times, and sometimes you have to throw it out the window.

Rene tried to make it her motto, patience is a virtue or some junk. But she had said (more like wrote it on the black board) that if a student wanted to come in after classes and get help with their art, or show a few pieces, that she would be there for an hour every day. And she got a few students in and out during that hour. Of course most of it were students who just needed a place to work on their homework pieces and projects. She had also said that " if you guys need a place to study or whatever, just drop in and I'm usually to busy to worry about anybody anyways" Of course it made the kids laugh but it was true. She was usually working on future projects and such, maybe even dong her own work when students came in.

Today she was working on an example of a project she wanted her advanced art class to do, hoping they would understand the objective of the project by showing them what she would do. The art room is large, with easels all over the place, and lots of cabinets and such. A desk was at the front were a large black board was. Rene's fancy scrawl was all over the chalkboard. Posters of heavy metal bands, color wheels, and famous paintings lined the walls. And on one side of the room was an easel with a large canvas resting on it. It was late in the afternoon, in that hour or two she spent in her classroom, there was a stereo on a counter top by the door.

The easel was by the large window and the stereo was hooked up to a red iPod Nano. A rock band was blaring through the speakers, if one was into the music, they would recognize is as a German band called Tokio Hotel. Rene was standing in front of the canvas with a brush in her hand and a small container of black acrylic paint in her hand. She sighed deeply and tried to relax so she could finish this project. Rene was dressed in a white silk button-up shirt and a waist-high black pencil skirt and black pumps. Her hair was tied back in a seriously loose ponytail so it would stay out of her face. She had taken off her jacket so the two sleeves of tattoos and some of the ones on her legs were visible. She then looked like she had an epiphany and then began to paint.