The Lectures of the Fantastic Mr. Fox

The First Lecture Part One

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Taylor 

Saved by the bell. Taylor rushed in through the door just in time for class to start. She flipped her short, dark blue dyed hair as her dark chcolate eyes scanned the room for a seat. She could feel all the eyes of the fellow students on her as she walked down the steps, eyes darting along each row. Nah, Nope, nope, nada, zilch, zero. When got down to the last row and on the left side the second seat closest to the outside happened to be the only leftover seat. Ugh, just her luck. She slipped past the cute, yet kinda boring, blonde haired boy and sat down in the seat, huffing in a satisfied wat and taking out her sketchbook and sharpies. Black was her favorite color, if her Panic! At the Disco sweatshirt, black ripped jeans, pericings, and black lipstick didn't kind of give that away. 

"Ah, Taylor Gaskill. Nice of you to join us. Our lecture was just about to begin."

Taylor looked up and held back a snicker. Woah, was this guy her professor for Illistrations? This guy looked sixteen at best! He had black hair that he dyed orange at the tips and on the fringe. Honestly, she didn't care about anything else regarding his looks. Her eyes locked onto the gay pride bow tie he wore and the one gay pride earring that was visible because of his bangs tucked behind his ear. She rubbed her lipstick lesbian flag bracelet on her wrist with her thumb, under her jacket, without realizing she was doing so. She realized that he was expecting a reply out of her because he didn't just go in and start preaching like a pastor out to kill the gays.

"Oh, yeah. Lucky I made it on time. This class is insanely early by the way, Fox."

Taylor didn't bother with the formalities. She didn't need them. Teachers always hated her in school anyways. Defiant was cool. She liked doing things her own way. This teacher rose an eyebrow, expression never changing a bit. Well, except for when his eyes focused on something different. He walked up to her seat and leaned over it, resting his arms on her desk. He was cute, she won't lie. Too bad she only likes girls. He took his index ginger and placed it on her sketchbook. He slid it over to himself. Then he spoke yet again.

"Mind if I take a look? You seem like the type to enjoy abstract art."

Huh? Judging a book by its cover? Lame. Even though that it's kinda maybe sorta true. Taylor rolled her eyes, her own special way of allowing this professor who looked like he was a high schooler to go through her art. He flipped past the first three drawings of her terrible attempts to draw people or humanoid figures (a failed attempt at drawing Brendan Urie) and then he got to where her true art began. An abatract drawing used from black pens, a sharpie, a skinny sharpie, a pencil, and charcoals. Again. Black was her favorite color. The professor looked at it for a moment. The entire place was silent.

 Then he took the sketchbook and lifted it up, revealing it to the class. Wait, WHAT!? Nope nope nope! Taylor did NOT sign up for this back up! Her face was probably beet red. Her blush could be the only color on her other than her short blue hair and lipstick lesbian bracelet that she hid (for good reasons). Okay, something must be Seriosuly wrong with this guy because you don't just take someone's art and suddenly showcase it to a bunch of strangers! Besides, that one isn't even that good....

"Everybody see this? This is an excellent example of an abstract work. It has no real object in the drawing it is trying to in capture and the lack of true color makes it even more unique. It gives off sort of a melancholy to it, doesn't it? That's makes it more unique and gives the drawing personality. Personality of the artist is what manipulates the art. Inspiration and Personality. As we go on in this course I will talk more about your own personal style, preferences, inspirations, and how they effect your art. Like Miss Taylor here. Her aesthetic seems to revolve a lot around black, which is reflected in her art. Thank you Miss Taylor for the wonderful example."

Mister Fox closed her sketchbook and placed it back down on her desk in front of her. His face never changed. He then took one of her sharpies that she took out and opened it. He used his right hand, being left hand dominant apparently, and drew a music note on the back of his hand. There seemed to be no real reason to do this except to draw a music note on the back of his hand. Taylor felt like she wanted to laugh, die of emberassment, and lash out at this guy for just randomly showcasing her art to the class! But he did compliment her... she was fee, extra extremely conflicted. She just pouted to herself and stared at this "man" as he walked to the center of the room where a professor is really supposed to begin his lectures. He looked around at everyone. Taylor sighed. Looks like this Seven in the morning class wasn't going to be one she could sleep through. She glanced at the boring blonde kid next to her. He was drawing some sort of fox under a tree. Huh, cute. She focused back to the professor just as he began talking.

"Everyone is here for my Illistrations Class, as I am aware. As you are aware, my name is Mister Fox. I am here to educate you about art so you may get your degree and follow whatever career makes you happy. Most people at other schools will tell you Illistrations is just drawing and nothing. It's not in my class. I'm here only to help you. I want to help find your style, develop it, and create a better artist out of yourself. You will learn more about yourself, thus learning more about your own individuality. As I have previously mentioned, art had a lot to do with your personality and inspirations. Art gives off whatever mood you give the tone of it. Each and every one of you has your own voice, your own tone, to convey. Even if two people in this room, like Taylor and Morgan up at the front here, were to draw the same image, they would have two entirely different pieces of art due to their individuality."

Taylor's eyebrows both rose, a lericing along with it. Now now, what have we here? An art teacher who is actually interesting? An art teacher who doesn't want you to copy down whatever art style they teach you but to practice your own art style and perfect it? This is new. Very new. All her life, Taylor has been criticized for recreating her art the way she does. She actually is a post-graffiti artist. She gave up graffiti when her brother was put in jail for tagging a train and the conductor caught him. Art was her release from the world. It took her emotions and let them out completely on a page. Art was her therapy. This abstract depressing style was her way of coping with the loss of her graffiti. If an art teacher actually can praise her from drawing things a bit differently then she might as well live in some alternate world... like Canada. She rolled up her sweatshirt sleeve under the table, looking at her lesbian pride flag. She smiled a little bit, black lips curling upwards.

Individuality, huh? She definitely has that.

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