Drawing Class: Log 01
Who: Raikov, students, whoever wants to watch.
What: ART.
Where: Wherever the hell the art room is.
When: June 2nd, Wednesday. Afternoon
Warnings: Raikov deserves his own warning.
Raikov had checked out his class room over the weekend, memorizing where everything was and what supplies they provided him with. It seemed almost too good to be true. This room was like a candy store with him. After setting everything up, he waited patiently for the students to arrive. What sort of brats would he be getting? It had been 6 years since he last acted like a real Major... Did he still have what it takes to be a leader? Time to see...
Once the students had arrived and were seated, Raikov decided now would be the time to introduce himself.
"For those of you who.. have not spoken to me over the network yet, I am Ivan Raidenovitch Raikov, your new art teacher." He said as he stood at attention, glancing over his students. "I will not put up with trouble makers. If you disrupt my class or your fellow students, I will not hesitate to kick you out."
Oh, hay. I forgot to mention he's wearing nice tight blue jeans and this WOMAN'S TOP. WAT. But he pulls it off nicely.
As Raikov continued on, he slowly paced infront of the class. "Now, I have supplied you with what you'll be needing for my class. For those of you who are looking forward to drawing more... advanced things, you'll have to wait a bit before we get to that. We'll be starting with basic shapes and light sources."
He flipped open his large sketch pad to a page that includes various shapes and their shadows (see here for an example), then returns to his desk, which has a few different shaped blocks and stuff on it. He flips on a lamp to show where the shadow is on the blocks.
"As you can see in my sketches, I was looking at these blocks with the lamp off to the left. Obviously, you're not all going to see the same thing, which is fine. I want you to draw these shapes and shade them as you see from your current positions, not as if you were sitting where I am."
[OOC: YOU'LL HAVE TO FORGIVE ME. D= This is my first class log and I have little clue of what I'm actually doing.]
What: ART.
Where: Wherever the hell the art room is.
When: June 2nd, Wednesday. Afternoon
Warnings: Raikov deserves his own warning.
Raikov had checked out his class room over the weekend, memorizing where everything was and what supplies they provided him with. It seemed almost too good to be true. This room was like a candy store with him. After setting everything up, he waited patiently for the students to arrive. What sort of brats would he be getting? It had been 6 years since he last acted like a real Major... Did he still have what it takes to be a leader? Time to see...
Once the students had arrived and were seated, Raikov decided now would be the time to introduce himself.
"For those of you who.. have not spoken to me over the network yet, I am Ivan Raidenovitch Raikov, your new art teacher." He said as he stood at attention, glancing over his students. "I will not put up with trouble makers. If you disrupt my class or your fellow students, I will not hesitate to kick you out."
Oh, hay. I forgot to mention he's wearing nice tight blue jeans and this WOMAN'S TOP. WAT. But he pulls it off nicely.
As Raikov continued on, he slowly paced infront of the class. "Now, I have supplied you with what you'll be needing for my class. For those of you who are looking forward to drawing more... advanced things, you'll have to wait a bit before we get to that. We'll be starting with basic shapes and light sources."
He flipped open his large sketch pad to a page that includes various shapes and their shadows (see here for an example), then returns to his desk, which has a few different shaped blocks and stuff on it. He flips on a lamp to show where the shadow is on the blocks.
"As you can see in my sketches, I was looking at these blocks with the lamp off to the left. Obviously, you're not all going to see the same thing, which is fine. I want you to draw these shapes and shade them as you see from your current positions, not as if you were sitting where I am."
[OOC: YOU'LL HAVE TO FORGIVE ME. D= This is my first class log and I have little clue of what I'm actually doing.]