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Oh, good, she hadn't been waiting too long and, by the sounds of it, Hadleigh had gotten there early. "Certainly not a bad habit to have," Ansley said with a smile.
He glanced at the girl's sketchpad as she closed it, wondering how much she had worked on it during the summer, or even the first few days of term. "Sure, why don't we have a review, so to speak. Pick something in the room, or even the view from the window, to sketch out and paint. Make sure you use as much of your parchment as you can to create an interesting composition." Not too much white space or have anything appear to be floating in space.
He attached some of the heavier weight parchment to the easel to support the painting. "Mind if I take a look at your sketchbook while you get started?"
A small smile and a quiet laugh was the reply to Ansley's comment. It was indeed not a bad habit to have at all. There were far worse ones then being a few minutes early.
The news of doing a review was expected and one she didn't at all mind one bit. What was suggested for the review was what the girl hadn't expected. Use the entire parchment to recreate what she saw. Well alright then but it could take some time. Especially if she was to work on the view outside the art room window. Which was exactly what she was doing.
"I can do that." Hadleigh looked over all the supplies laid out and picked up a simple pencil first. Her eyes drifted towards the window taking in the sight, the trees, the lake in the distance, some students that were out there. Setting the tip of the pencil to the parchment she began to make some very light tentative lines working slowly but effectively across the paper.
"Not at all Sir, please go right ahead," she answered reaching over and picking up the sketchpad to pass it to him. Not every page was filled but those that were rather good, not great but good. Sketches most from Ireland, the landscape of the rescue reserve and the creatures there. She had also worked one other things such as just a vase of flowers or a guitar or set of drums. Many pages then were blank before somewhere in the middle was one sketch that didn't look complete but it was of her new siblings. It was clear she was curious to how well her work or faces was coming along.
While he was looking the sketches over Hady had fallen into a quiet sketching mode where she just worked. Slowly the light lines began to come together forming trees, the ground, the lake, and people.