I know that painting people is hard, and I've really tested you guys with the time constraints. But I've seen a lot of your work progressing and I think it's safe to say that we're going to have some amazing results! Thank you guys so much for participating in this with me! I won't be giving much instruction today, but feel free to ask for my help if you need it!” Mr. Pearson strode around the room in a dark green polo shirt, matched with the khaki-colored slacks that seemed to be a staple of his bland wardrobe. His hands alternated between resting on his hips and crossing in front of his chest as he slowly paced through to measure the progress of his “students.” Without thinking about it, I hunched forward a little as he passed by in an attempt to hide my canvas from view. Of course, hiding the nearly two-foot tall canvas with my average-sized frame was a rather difficult task. Austin peered over the side of his canvas, propped up by a wooden tabletop easel, the same as mine was, across from me.
