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Bernadette listened as Yael spoke, her left hand playing with the pen in her hand, moving it quickly between her fingers. Bernadette had to stop herself from frowning when she heard the words "pretty varied style." There was nothing wrong with being inspired by several movements and experimenting with techniques, of course, improvement required constant experimentation, learning, and pushing boundaries. She herself had gone through endless phases by now-- impressionism-inspired had been one. Expressionism, however, was not something she had ever been fond of, although her father had several paintings from the 20th century movement in his personal collection.

However, not having a clear understand of one's art was, to Bernadette, like not knowing oneself. And all-over-the-place wasn't something Bernadette was known for.

The two young women's painting styles were clearly different from what she could hear, but it could be to their advantage-- if they played it right. The pen in her hand stopped moving around and she began to sketch something in one of the margins of the assignment page.

"We can combine my realism and your surrealism," Bernadette said after a moment, "Make it seamless yet distinct. "

A landscape could work, but she always preferred to work with people. Capturing their nuances and the challenge of hyperrealism was something she enjoyed. "We'd have to brainstorm the subject matter as well, but perhaps use a muse?"