Painter's Class (The Devereaux Story)/Chapter 6

Painter gasped. It was a painting of a chipmunk halfway out of a tree stump, coming out into the forest. She painted the sunlight shining on the chipmunk.

"Britze, this isn't at all like your other sketch," Painter stated.

"I know," Britze nervously replied, "B...but I thought...well...I saw...I..."

"It's even better!" Painter finished.

"Huh?" Britze was confused by his answer.

"The way you captured this is exquisite!" Painter explained, "The chipmunk represents you, the stump: your comfort zone, and the outside world. This captivates how you are shy and introverted, but willing to step out of your comfort zone to discover things more beautiful and amazing than what's inside. Not only am I amazed by this piece, I am ecstatic! You have the makings of a true artist!"

Painter kissed his two fingers to represent the approval of Britze's painting. Britze blushed and twirled a strand of her hair shyly, "Um...thanks. Hehe!"

Painter went on to Eska next, expecting what he got the last two times she finished.

"Well, it took three tries," Eska began and turned her canvas around, "But this is my final project."

It was a huge eye ball looking at the smurf village down below. Painter raised an eyebrow.

"Let me guess," Eska imitated her best Painter impression, "I can't believe you still did that immflamation in ze eye thing!"

"Actually," Painter denied, "This is quite magnifique! I love ze way ze eye is looking down on our very own Smurf Village. It represents how you are always looking out for us, protecting us from those nasty red Smurfs! Well done, Eska, cherie! You definitely improved!"

"Oh! Oh!" Eska excitedly coaxed, "Can do you the...the thing...with the cheeks...and...and...stuff?! I really liked that"

"Sure!" Painter shrugged, "Why not?"

Painter smiled and kissed each of Eska's cheeks. Eska giggled uncontrollably while goofily smiling wide.

After class, Painter bid farewell to his two students.

"It has been a pleasure teaching you two masmoiselles!" Painter waved.

"Hey!" Eska wondered, "Maybe you can host your class again next year!"

"Yea," Britze agreed.

"Hmm," Painter thought about it, "If you can persuade the boys to join, I might as well consider it. Now you girls run along now. I have work to do."

"See ya, Painter!" Eska called out to him as she and Britze made their way from his house. Eska noticed the sun was out again, beating down on them. It was another scorcher.

"It's so hot out, again," Eska wiped the sweat of her forehead, "What should we do now?"

Britze smiled and pulled out her paintbrush that Painter gave her, "When in doubt, make art, I guess!"

The End

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