dialogue - #98942e
thought - #623821
As Professor Chaudhary mentioned the assigning of groups, there was a stir in the classroom. Art students tended to be solitare beings when it came to the work; unlike other artistic industries like the music and film, it was not common to find a piece that was worked on by artists. Bernadette had not heard anything about Professor Chaudhary assigning groups so this must have been a first and her very luck left her feeling a small flame within her, despite the silence and unphased expression coming from her.
Bernadette listened carefully to the names called out. Everyone around her was talented, without a doubt, but there was an issue of clashing visions, styles, and personalities that often accompanied artists.
"Yael Yahalom . . . and Bernadette Dubois."
Her eyebrows narrowed into a small, almost undetectable, frown. After their encounter a previous nights prior, Bernadette did not expect for there to be any more reason to spend time together. The professor finished listing out the pairs.
"As artists," The Professor continued, "We must take a close look at the world around us-- step beyond ourselves and see the world for what it really is. Wonderful and haunting, a perfectly balanced world sent into chaos by humanity."
He moved to the front row and gave the student a small stack of papers. The student took one copy and began to pass it down. From her seat, Bernadette noticed that there were barely any words on the page. "The instructions for the project are brief but I am demanding. I expect pairs to work together; a shared vision and immaculate execution is expected while allowing each artist to stand out.
"Our classes will switch between this auditorium, art room Alpha 405, and places around the city for field studies. I expect a good semester and will be here for guidance. Now, please take some time to get together with your partner to read over the project and start planning."