<div class="floatleft">(http://s15.postimage.org/s567aut6h/boydholbrook.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Warwick Shaw.</strong>  </span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Warwick pushed his table back once the demonstration was over and slipped out quickly, heading towards the Art Department. He spent most of his time there when he wasn't in lessons, always working on one or two projects. While his fractured education left him behind the curve in academic subjects, he excelled at the arts, history; anything he could teach himself. He preferred to escape to his art rather than going to the cafeteria, usually bringing something to eat while he was working. He gave the art teacher a small smile when he entered. She had long ago gotten used to him coming by, and gave him pretty much free reign of the department, happy to have a student show the interest.<br/><br/>He drew back the cover from his easel to reveal the project he had started a few days previous. The guide lines had been drawn and removed, and the last of the pencil work was being added before he would move on to his oil colours. The sketch depicted and angel, sunbursts radiating from, large majestic wings filling much of the canvas. His father was a member of the Church of England, but he had always found himself overly captivated by the renaissance, catholic painters; trying to emulate their bold style. The angel's body was covered with scant flowing cloth, and reached out to a man, lost in a strange city, it was one of his better pieces. <br/><br/>He became so engrossed in his work he did not notice the art teacher leave, nor Hannah enter, no students ever bothered to come by during the lunch hour. He sang softly to himself in Italian "La Donna E Mobile." He found it fitting, and it came from him naturally when he worked. His voice was quiet, almost a low hum, as he was lost in his sketch.  </div>