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fandomhigh2012-01-06 02:09 am
drinks_coffeezilla) wrote in fandomhigh2012-01-06 02:09 am
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The Art of Scrap, Friday, Period 4
Okay, cool. Dean had been on the island for exactly a week now, and so far he was still more or less sane. This probably had something to do with the way he'd managed to avoid actually meeting any of the students yet, granted. But for the time being? Sane.
Ish.
"Hey, guys," he greeted, once everyone had settled down in their seats in the art room. "I'm Dean McCoppin. Please, please just call me Dean. I don't need any of that 'professor' stuff being thrown my way on a Friday afternoon. And it's the last class of your first week this semester, so there's coffee at the back of the room for anyone who wants it. Try not to take too much, or you won't be able to work straight later, capiche? Good."
Overall, Dean was pretty easy to please.
"Welcome to the Art of Scrap, which I'm pretty sure most of you kids probably decided to take for the easy grade, right? It's cool. I was a kid once, went to school and everything, I know this stuff. But I'm going to tell you right now, I'm planning on actually teaching you guys some things too before the semester is through. If you can't tell by the name of the class, this is going to be one of those crazy beatnik artist classes where pretty much anything is fair game to be turned into art. Especially, you know. Junk."
Junk was his thing. Dean smirked and took a sip of his coffee before continuing on.
"See, guys, I'm a sculptor by trade, even though I dabble in paint and that kind of thing on the side, so while we'll touch a little on the sort of thing you might want to frame and hang on the wall, most of what we'll be doing here is going to be way more hands-on, and you're going to want to wear clothes you don't mind getting dirty, since almost everything we'll be building art from is going to be junk. Cleaned junk, because I don't want rats moving into the classroom, but junk."
So no, they probably wouldn't be gluing macaroni to the side of a tin can in this class.
"This week, we're going to take it easy, though. Since I'm new here," be gentle, "I'm going to need a little help getting to know you guys. But you're probably all sick and tired of introductions, right? So on the table up here, there are a bunch of old magazines and newspapers and stuff, some poster paper, and some scissors and glue. Go through the periodicals there, cut out whatever catches your eye, and glue it to the poster paper however you want to. You can make a collage, try to cobble together a self-portrait, show the class a bit about your hometown, write a ransom letter with random words you cut out, whatever, just so long as it tells us something about who you are. The catch is, at the end of the period you have to present your piece to the rest of the class explaining why you did what you did. And maybe for my sake, you guys can let me know your names, while you're at it."
He took another mouthful of coffee.
"Don't eat the paste or anything, okay? I'll be making my own if anybody needs me. And if anyone wants to volunteer to TA or whatever, that'd be cool, too. It's like, double-easy art class marks or something."
[And open class is open!]
Ish.
"Hey, guys," he greeted, once everyone had settled down in their seats in the art room. "I'm Dean McCoppin. Please, please just call me Dean. I don't need any of that 'professor' stuff being thrown my way on a Friday afternoon. And it's the last class of your first week this semester, so there's coffee at the back of the room for anyone who wants it. Try not to take too much, or you won't be able to work straight later, capiche? Good."
Overall, Dean was pretty easy to please.
"Welcome to the Art of Scrap, which I'm pretty sure most of you kids probably decided to take for the easy grade, right? It's cool. I was a kid once, went to school and everything, I know this stuff. But I'm going to tell you right now, I'm planning on actually teaching you guys some things too before the semester is through. If you can't tell by the name of the class, this is going to be one of those crazy beatnik artist classes where pretty much anything is fair game to be turned into art. Especially, you know. Junk."
Junk was his thing. Dean smirked and took a sip of his coffee before continuing on.
"See, guys, I'm a sculptor by trade, even though I dabble in paint and that kind of thing on the side, so while we'll touch a little on the sort of thing you might want to frame and hang on the wall, most of what we'll be doing here is going to be way more hands-on, and you're going to want to wear clothes you don't mind getting dirty, since almost everything we'll be building art from is going to be junk. Cleaned junk, because I don't want rats moving into the classroom, but junk."
So no, they probably wouldn't be gluing macaroni to the side of a tin can in this class.
"This week, we're going to take it easy, though. Since I'm new here," be gentle, "I'm going to need a little help getting to know you guys. But you're probably all sick and tired of introductions, right? So on the table up here, there are a bunch of old magazines and newspapers and stuff, some poster paper, and some scissors and glue. Go through the periodicals there, cut out whatever catches your eye, and glue it to the poster paper however you want to. You can make a collage, try to cobble together a self-portrait, show the class a bit about your hometown, write a ransom letter with random words you cut out, whatever, just so long as it tells us something about who you are. The catch is, at the end of the period you have to present your piece to the rest of the class explaining why you did what you did. And maybe for my sake, you guys can let me know your names, while you're at it."
He took another mouthful of coffee.
"Don't eat the paste or anything, okay? I'll be making my own if anybody needs me. And if anyone wants to volunteer to TA or whatever, that'd be cool, too. It's like, double-easy art class marks or something."
[And open class is open!]