Artistic Interpretation. [private]

[Deleted]

[nospaces]
[googlefont=Montserrat:700,700i|Open+Sans:400,400i,700]



[newclass=.angelonfire] --aofAccent:#5d6aaf; [/newclass]
[newclass=.aofSidebar img] animation-play-state:running!important;[/newclass]

[attr="class","angelonfire"]

[attr="class","aofSidebar"]

[attr="class","aofBody"]

Winter was always a cruelly frigid time in Lorsette. The dampened cold seeping through the skin and piercing bone without a shred of hesitation. Whispy white breath escaped Isaac's lips as he tentatively crossed the threshold between the warmth of Lorsette Elementary and the chilling atmosphere of winter. A hum of a sigh rumbled from his closed lips as he gazed through disorienting flakes of falling snow. The art teacher's innate preference for walking inevitably led him to these instances where frigid temperatures would swallow him whole.

[break][break]

The dark-haired man's fingers wrapped around the strap of his satchel bag. A deep breath of piercing, cold air was sucked into the depths of his lungs. Other options were nonexistent and lingering a moment longer would inevitably summon scolding for allowing the entrance of cold air. Hesitantly, Isaac stepped from the wondrous safety of the warm school and into the cold damp. Winter's cold fingers traced over his cheeks, causing the instinctive release of the strap to allow his hands to retreat to the depths of his pockets.

[break][break]

Behind him, the door closed with a click. Locked prior to his leave, Isaac recognized there would be no turning back for the heated embrace of the building. The usagi's head sunk into his jacket as he coaxed himself forward. Gradually, the dark-haired man shuffled forward, heading down the snow-laced walkway. In the dim light, flakes sparkled as they fell around him, catching in his hair and across his coat. His opinions of winter were nothing negative, rather, Isaac was neutral. The stinging cold of a chilled winter's evening failed to sway his thoughts.

[break][break]

There was beauty in every season, winter's being cold, desolate and seemingly untouchable at times. People would bundle themselves away, leaving the falling snow to rest where it needed to lie. Slowly, Isaac moved forward, eyes wandering as his bag bumped against his hip. The dark-haired man's silver optics admired the dancing snow. A distraction from the cold was pleasant given how his cheeks began stinging from the exposure. Through the front gate of Lorsette Elementary, Isaac would step onto the sidewalk. Outside the schoolyard, there were limited people, a portion being parents making efforts to return their children home.

[break][break]

Briefly, Isaac walked before changing direction. His steps were brisk, semi-hastened in an effort to avoid long-term exposure to the cold. The tapping of his feet against the sidewalk was lonesome, the steps eventually carrying past Lorsette High School. The usagi's eyes flickered over, admiring the two-story building from his position. At times, he pondered the differences in the classes. Rooms filled with excited children prepared for another art project became his world, thus the notions of antsy art-loving teens always caused curiosity.

[break][break]

Teens learned the more difficult lessons. Rarely would they consider the construction of paper plates with folded, springy arms drooping from their bodies. The difference was undeniable, yet, a natural interest for the young elementary school art teacher. It made the gears in his head churn as he gazed, feet stopping momentarily to ponder.

Anele Coetzee | 507 words

[attr="class","aofCredit"]SELKIE

[newclass=.angelonfire] width:575px; border-radius:5px; background-color:#eee; overflow:hidden; display:flex; flex-flow:row wrap; [/newclass]
[newclass=.aofSidebar] width:200px; background-color:#5a5a5a; background-color:var(--aofAccent); display:flex; align-items:center; justify-content:center; position:relative; overflow:hidden; [/newclass]
[newclass=.aofSidebar img] width:100px; height:100px; position:absolute; z-index:1; padding:5px; background-color:#fafafa; border:10px solid #333; border-radius:100%; animation: aofpulse 5s infinite; animation-play-state:paused; } @keyframes aofpulse { 0% { -moz-box-shadow: 0 0 0 0 rgba(0,0,0, 0.25); box-shadow: 0 0 0 0 rgba(0,0,0, 0.25); } 50% { -moz-box-shadow: 0 0 0 50px rgba(0,0,0, 0); box-shadow: 0 0 0 50px rgba(0,0,0, 0); } 100% { -moz-box-shadow: 0 0 0 0 rgba(0,0,0, 0); box-shadow: 0 0 0 0 rgba(0,0,0, 0); }[/newclass]
[newclass=.aofSidebar div:last-child] display:block; width:190px; overflow-wrap: break-word; word-wrap: break-word; text-transform:lowercase; font-style:italic; text-align:left; position:absolute; bottom:-5px; left:5px; [/newclass]
[newclass=.aofSidebar div:last-child a] font:700 30px/25px montserrat; font-style:italic; text-transform:lowercase; color:#fafafa!important; text-shadow:-1px -1px 0 #333, 1px -1px 0 #333, -1px 1px 0 #333, 1px 1px 0 #333; [/newclass]
[newclass=.aofSidebar:before] content:''; position:absolute; width:100%; height:500px; bottom:0px; left:0px; background:url(https://image.ibb.co/mZ7zmp/1_by_Cold_Love98_1_copy.png); opacity:.15; [/newclass]
[newclass=.aofBody] width:300px; [/newclass]
[newclass=.aofBody b] font:700 10px montserrat; color:var(--aofAccent); [/newclass]
[newclass=.aofBody i] color:#999; [/newclass]
[newclass=.aofBody div:first-child] width:272px; min-height:125px; margin:25px 25px 0px 25px; padding:0px 25px; border-left:1px solid #ddd; border-right:1px solid #ddd; font:400 10px open sans; text-align:justify; color:#6a6a6a; [/newclass]
[newclass=.aofBody div:last-child] width:325px; text-align:center; font:400 10px open sans; color:#aaa!important; padding:25px; [/newclass]
[newclass=.aofCredit] font:bold 7px roboto; margin-left:500px; [/newclass]
[newclass=.aofCredit a] font:bold 7px roboto!important; [/newclass]

[Anele Coetzee]

[nospaces]

[attr="class","sidebar"]

[attr="class","icon"]

[attr="class","text-area"]
It was a cold day. Anele hadn’t been outside since he’d come in for work, but the morning had had enough of a chill that he had no doubt it would carry into the afternoon. He didn’t hate the cold, but he didn’t want to put up with it today. Usually he would stay after school let out when he had to grade art assignments like today, but he wanted to make the frigid walk to the car before all the warmth from the day’s sun was leached out of the air, replaced by the uncaring coolness of night.
[break][break]
Still, he didn’t leave immediately after his students. He’d had a few supplies to organize. He always let his students take what they needed, but he was very particular about how things put back and he always had to make sure everything was in order before he left. The budget for his class was small enough without losing things in the maze of his supply closet. He knew that a few of his students called him a perfectionist behind his back. It reminded him of his own school days when his best friend would always tease him for putting far too much work into the small details. Those had been much simpler days, when he could throw himself into classwork and clubs and never had a chance for boredom. He had never liked being bored. It left his mind with too much time to wander - to worry.
[break][break]
He brushed aside the errant thought and carefully organized his students’ work into makeshift portfolios so they wouldn’t be damaged on the way home. There was a weekend coming up and he was looking forward to hiding away in his den and looking through the pieces. Some of his students just took his class for the credit, but he knew that others actually cared and put effort into their work. He loved seeing where their creativity took them. Even with drier assignments, there was always something to catch him off guard.
[break][break]
With the portfolios loaded into his bag, he set off at a brisk pace through the halls. The walls were bare - something some of his older students had pointed out on multiple occasions. Apparently the previous art teacher used to display students’ work in the halls. He would love to do that too, but he was still working through some of the complexities. He knew some of his students preferred to take their art home immediately and others didn’t want to share it with the world.
[break][break]
His thoughts carried him to the front doors, breaking off as he was hit with a freezing blast of air. He broke through the threshold quickly, feeling as if he’d plunged into a pool before he grew used to the cool water. His gaze cut through the straggling crowd of people, caught by one person in particular who stared up at the school. It took a moment for Anele to recognize him as part of the faculty to the nearby elementary school. "Curious what the older kids are like?" he asked, approaching with a good-natured smile. He didn’t want to seem too bold, but he’d never been good with subtle introductions.

[attr="class","ooc-area"]hope this works! — @isaac

[googlefont=Fira Sans:400,500,600,700]
[newclass=.sidebar]margin: 20px auto; width: 420px; border: 0px solid black; font: 400 12px/16px 'Fira Sans', arial; display: grid; grid-template-columns: 100px 1fr; grid-template-rows: 1fr auto; grid-template-areas: 'icon text' 'ooc text'; grid-column-gap: 16px; margin: 20px auto; width: 420px; border: 0px solid black; font: 400 12px/16px 'Fira Sans', arial; [/newclass]
[newclass=.sidebar .icon]width: 100px; grid-area: icon; position: relative;[/newclass]
[newclass=.sidebar .icon img]width: 100%; filter: brightness(100%) contrast(100%); transition: filter 0.3s; -webkit-transition: filter 0.3s, -webkit-filter 0.3s;[/newclass]
[newclass=.sidebar .icon img:hover]filter: brightness(110%) contrast(110%); transition: filter 0.3s; -webkit-transition: filter 0.3s, -webkit-filter 0.3s;[/newclass]
[newclass=.sidebar .text-area]grid-area: text; text-align: justify;[/newclass]
[newclass=.sidebar .text-area b]font-weight: 500; color: #c7b158; text-decoration: none; [/newclass]
[newclass=.sidebar .ooc-area]padding: 8px 0; border: 1px dotted #c7b158; border-left: 0; border-right: 0; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; grid-area: ooc; align-self: flex-end[/newclass]
[newclass=.sidebar .ooc-area a]letter-spacing: .6px; font: 500 10px/15px 'Fira Sans',arial; text-decoration: none; color: #c7b158; text-transform: uppercase;[/newclass]

[Deleted]

[nospaces]
[googlefont=Montserrat:700,700i|Open+Sans:400,400i,700]



[newclass=.angelonfire] --aofAccent:#5d6aaf; [/newclass]
[newclass=.aofSidebar img] animation-play-state:running!important;[/newclass]

[attr="class","angelonfire"]

[attr="class","aofSidebar"]

[attr="class","aofBody"]

Between the flakes of falling snow, the usagi's silvery eyes remained transfixed on the high school as his curious thoughts continued. He enjoyed teaching in the elementary school without a second thought, but memories of his passionate art years filled his head. Wondrous memories of him discovering something of which summoned joy and assisted through the neglected years of his youth. Art was a comforter, something warm he wrapped himself in and used for the calming effects it exuded upon him; gentle and warm.

[break][break]

Portions of him wondered if other teens discovered similar comforts in the various projects provided by the school. In his class, the artistic works were aimed at enjoyment for children while additionally sprinkling in acute challenges. Though, there was something special about witnessing the manner kids viewed the world. Youth always had unique interpretations in terms of imagination and creation, it was breathtaking. While his works at times were the well-done examples to explain instruction, theirs were the imaginative, creative works many wished to view.

[break][break]

Thoughts were cut as a familiar voice managed to seep inside Isaac's head. Momentarily, his eyes flickered in astonishment before flitting to the side. There, his eyes noticed the high school art teacher, Anele. The man was a face Isaac was vaguely familiar with despite his short time at Lorsette Elementary. Their similar passions for the admired and revered subject of art summoned forth a mutual knowing and understanding of the other. Desires to teach a subject of beauty and soul was shared between them, it was a pleasant thought.

[break][break]

A smile slowly lit across Isaac's countenance as he fully turned towards the larger man. The inquiry was greeted with a gentle nod and cheery smile.

[break][break]

"Kinda, more so the differences I guess?" He began, both confirming while subtly correcting. "Our classes think so differently, you know? So that got me curious more than anything else."

[break][break]

A fleeting glance was provided to the high school, lingering for meagre moments before returning to Anele. His curiosities geared heavily towards concepts of artistic differences and interpretations between the polar age group. The youngest children inevitably would view art vastly contrasting to the older students discovered inside the high school.

[break][break]

"Anyways, I see you are done for the day. How did your day go?" The usagi asked with a grin.

[break][break]

Despite the frigid temperatures of a late winter's afternoon, Isaac was plenty willing to participate in the conversation. Oftentimes, he enjoyed the engagements he entered with the high school art teacher. The mutually discovered interests allowed for a natural flow of talking over those varying points with both parties easily adding to the discussion. It summoned a sense of comfort for the quiet in nature elementary school teacher. A simple topic he possessed knowledge in was a pleasant opening door for future topics, even those he retained lesser knowledge of.

Anele Coetzee | 476 words

[attr="class","aofCredit"]SELKIE

[newclass=.angelonfire] width:575px; border-radius:5px; background-color:#eee; overflow:hidden; display:flex; flex-flow:row wrap; [/newclass]
[newclass=.aofSidebar] width:200px; background-color:#5a5a5a; background-color:var(--aofAccent); display:flex; align-items:center; justify-content:center; position:relative; overflow:hidden; [/newclass]
[newclass=.aofSidebar img] width:100px; height:100px; position:absolute; z-index:1; padding:5px; background-color:#fafafa; border:10px solid #333; border-radius:100%; animation: aofpulse 5s infinite; animation-play-state:paused; } @keyframes aofpulse { 0% { -moz-box-shadow: 0 0 0 0 rgba(0,0,0, 0.25); box-shadow: 0 0 0 0 rgba(0,0,0, 0.25); } 50% { -moz-box-shadow: 0 0 0 50px rgba(0,0,0, 0); box-shadow: 0 0 0 50px rgba(0,0,0, 0); } 100% { -moz-box-shadow: 0 0 0 0 rgba(0,0,0, 0); box-shadow: 0 0 0 0 rgba(0,0,0, 0); }[/newclass]
[newclass=.aofSidebar div:last-child] display:block; width:190px; overflow-wrap: break-word; word-wrap: break-word; text-transform:lowercase; font-style:italic; text-align:left; position:absolute; bottom:-5px; left:5px; [/newclass]
[newclass=.aofSidebar div:last-child a] font:700 30px/25px montserrat; font-style:italic; text-transform:lowercase; color:#fafafa!important; text-shadow:-1px -1px 0 #333, 1px -1px 0 #333, -1px 1px 0 #333, 1px 1px 0 #333; [/newclass]
[newclass=.aofSidebar:before] content:''; position:absolute; width:100%; height:500px; bottom:0px; left:0px; background:url(https://image.ibb.co/mZ7zmp/1_by_Cold_Love98_1_copy.png); opacity:.15; [/newclass]
[newclass=.aofBody] width:300px; [/newclass]
[newclass=.aofBody b] font:700 10px montserrat; color:var(--aofAccent); [/newclass]
[newclass=.aofBody i] color:#999; [/newclass]
[newclass=.aofBody div:first-child] width:272px; min-height:125px; margin:25px 25px 0px 25px; padding:0px 25px; border-left:1px solid #ddd; border-right:1px solid #ddd; font:400 10px open sans; text-align:justify; color:#6a6a6a; [/newclass]
[newclass=.aofBody div:last-child] width:325px; text-align:center; font:400 10px open sans; color:#aaa!important; padding:25px; [/newclass]
[newclass=.aofCredit] font:bold 7px roboto; margin-left:500px; [/newclass]
[newclass=.aofCredit a] font:bold 7px roboto!important; [/newclass]