<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6a/MapleSophomorePortrait.png)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Maple MacAlistair<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Ken<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Mr Chihak's classroom<br/><strong>When:</strong>Sophomore year, study hall<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Clicky link! (http://www.polyvore.com/strawberry_milkshake/set?id=217949624) Jeans, a pink tanktop, and an army surplus jacket<br/><hr/><br/>Maple picks up a stray sheet of newsprint, rolls it into a tube and lightly bonks Ken in the middle of the forehead with it. "Don't be dismissive of yourself," she says. "Confidence in your own artistic voice is important, and how you interpret other people's work is part of that. Even if I disagreed with you, which I don't, that wouldn't make your thoughts invalid. It's art, not science, there's lots of different ways to interpret any given piece of art, some of them contradictory of one another.<br/><br/>"Anyway..." She turns back to the printouts pinned up on the wall, "from what you're saying it doesn't really sound like clay's gonna be your thing. Maybe try metal sculpture next semester? I've never had her but I hear Ms. Quintona's pretty cool, I bet she'd be up for found object stuff. I don't think they let you use the blow torches and welding junk outside of official classes no matter how many 'we won't sue if our child sets themselves on fire' waivers your parents sign, but in the meantime you could see if she'll let you scavenge scraps from the woodworking classes to practice with. I'd start abstract, like the color stuff I suggested, just grab an armful of whatever and experiment with pattern and structure and junk."