RICOCHET (c)

[attr="class","audrey1"]Art was probably one of the only classes that Audrey actively paid attention in. Both art history and actually creating her own pieces was absolutely thrilling to her. And while she probably didn't need another art class, damn was it nice to have a time during school hours to actually work on her portfolio, instead of staying up past midnight every night trying to get it together. Not that she wasn't actually doing that anyways. Just the thought that she didn't need to was incredible.

Today? It was even better. Watercolors were Audrey's thing and she absolutely adored having the chance to work with them in class without asking. Also, the ability to use Birchwood's resources instead of her own was nice. Even if the stuff in art class was shit quality, it was another nice idea. She brought her own anyways. Besides, she was more used to this set. With anything she was unfamiliar with though- like charcoal- or for things that it didn't matter as much- like pencil- she'd make due with the class's own supplies instead of wasting her own money for classwork. Then it didn't matter as much.

Someone was grumbling around her, but Audrey tried her best to ignore it. There was always someone in the class that hated the projects; thought they were too good for them, or had better things to do, or honestly just weren't interested, but that wasn't the senior's problem and she'd just let it go. There was no need for her to bring herself down because they were upset. She was enjoying herself a great deal, after all. The brush being tossed against the table would startle her however, and her hand would twitch, and color would move farther outside of her sketch than anticipated, "Dammit..." She'd mumble under her breath, sighing and trying to bring all of her color out just slightly to hide the flaw. Oh well. Nothing much she could do about it now.

When the whiner approached, Audrey would be taken somewhat off guard. Usually they weren't really looking for art advice, they just wanted out of the class. "Me? I work with watercolors a lot. I also brought my own paints, but uh, mostly you just need to control the amount of water you're using." Should she elaborate? Was that really what he was looking for? Most people didn't actually want to hear her talk about paints, "Mostly I just let the colors dry before moving to the next color or filling in any edges so they don't bleed into each other too much- unless that's what I'm going for. But you can use that whole bleeding into all water thing. If you fill an area with water then dip in a bit of color, you can get a spindle-y effect as it bleeds trough." Audrey would laugh a little to herself, a bit uncomfortably, "I can go on if you want but um, I really don't know how much you want to hear about paint." Because oh boy, she'd talk about it all day long, if given the chance, "And I mean, you can definitely watch if you want. Not sure how helpful that'll be- it's mostly just practice." May as well be truthful about it.

Glancing over to his work, Audrey would shake her head, "It's really not that bad, you're just using way too much water. Use less so it dries quicker, and try to be more patient between layers." The lines weren't too bad- she doubted he was entirely unfamiliar with art, just not used to the medium, "Besides, we all start somewhere, and it's not like painting's easy."