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fandomhigh2018-01-11 02:30 am
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Art, Thursday, Period Three
Okay, so Peridot needed to be gently shooed away from making more statuary horrors, Rufus needed to be encouraged to experiment and let go, Gratuity and Eric needed to be encouraged in general, and Summer needed to understand that no professional con artist--hell, no one who listened to the radio--was buying her 'I am free like a horse frollicking in a meadow' nonsense.
Though he appreciated the attempt, so good on her anyway.
"A'ight class, what's up?" he greeted as they came into the art room. No Danger Shop this week; all the materials they needed were right here. It had taken a bit of time to get the walls covered with paper, but it wasn't like anyone else was going to be using the art room. "So, last week, you worked in the familiar, whether it was a piece you'd designed a hundred times or just somethin' that you're already familiar with. But art is about pushin' limits an' challengin' the status quo. Today, you're thinkin' big an' bright an' colorful."
He pointed to the walls which were all covered by large swathes of thick, white paper. "First of call, there's your canvas. Each of y'all pick a section of wall, at least as wide as your wingspan an' as tall as you are--though you can go bigger if you want." Because otherwise Peridot would have a fairly limited amount of wall to work on. "There are stools an' chairs' and step-ladders in case you wanna get higher. An' this is your medium." He pulled out an entire box of...shaving cream? And food coloring. And muffin tins.
Okay then.
"So, first off, you're gonna make your own color palette," Hardison instructed, adding a bit of the shaving cream to a cup in the muffin tin and then a drop of yellow food coloring. He mixed it and the resulting cream was a pale, lemony shade. "Y'all got red, blue, yellow, an' black food coloring. With those, you should be able to experiment an' make as many different shades as you want. The ratio of food colorin' to shavin' cream changes the value an' vibrancy of the shade. You want dark, bold colors, use lots of food colorin' an' less cream. Soft pastels, more cream, less colorin'. Mess around until you got the colors an' values you want, then start paintin'." He nodded at the walls. "Figure out what you wanna paint, but make it somethin' you're not used to. Try somethin' new, somethin' experimental. I don't wanna see nothin' that looks like what you presented me last week. An' try to fill up the whole canvas if you can."
Though he appreciated the attempt, so good on her anyway.
"A'ight class, what's up?" he greeted as they came into the art room. No Danger Shop this week; all the materials they needed were right here. It had taken a bit of time to get the walls covered with paper, but it wasn't like anyone else was going to be using the art room. "So, last week, you worked in the familiar, whether it was a piece you'd designed a hundred times or just somethin' that you're already familiar with. But art is about pushin' limits an' challengin' the status quo. Today, you're thinkin' big an' bright an' colorful."
He pointed to the walls which were all covered by large swathes of thick, white paper. "First of call, there's your canvas. Each of y'all pick a section of wall, at least as wide as your wingspan an' as tall as you are--though you can go bigger if you want." Because otherwise Peridot would have a fairly limited amount of wall to work on. "There are stools an' chairs' and step-ladders in case you wanna get higher. An' this is your medium." He pulled out an entire box of...shaving cream? And food coloring. And muffin tins.
Okay then.
"So, first off, you're gonna make your own color palette," Hardison instructed, adding a bit of the shaving cream to a cup in the muffin tin and then a drop of yellow food coloring. He mixed it and the resulting cream was a pale, lemony shade. "Y'all got red, blue, yellow, an' black food coloring. With those, you should be able to experiment an' make as many different shades as you want. The ratio of food colorin' to shavin' cream changes the value an' vibrancy of the shade. You want dark, bold colors, use lots of food colorin' an' less cream. Soft pastels, more cream, less colorin'. Mess around until you got the colors an' values you want, then start paintin'." He nodded at the walls. "Figure out what you wanna paint, but make it somethin' you're not used to. Try somethin' new, somethin' experimental. I don't wanna see nothin' that looks like what you presented me last week. An' try to fill up the whole canvas if you can."
Re: Paint
Re: Paint
"I'm just fine! And look!" She waved a frothy arm toward the wall. "My masterpiece is complete! It might be a little more fleeting than the ancient mosaics of the Diamonds still gracing the ruins of the moon, but I believe it's every bit as dignified."
Well. It was something, anyway.
Re: Paint
"I'm guessin' the diamonds are important, then?"
Re: Paint
She paused. A blob of shaving cream fell off the end of her nose.
"And they could stand to use that power more efficiently, the clods."
Re: Paint
Re: Paint
"Because serving the Diamonds has been my entire life, until coming to Earth," Peridot explained. "They'll always be there, in some way. Yellow Diamond had them make me what I am. But," she gestured to the wall, "I've been trying something new, since coming to this planet. I've been trying to put Peridot in front of all of that. The Diamonds made me, but they're behind me."