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    The Mist (Chapter One)

    Story written on August 30, 2011 by FL2011.
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    The smallest of things can change your life forever. Bette realizes this when she gets a new student in her class.(Bette/Tina)

    “Professor!”

    Bette blinked a couple of times, and looked back at her students who held bewildered expressions and others who tried not to laugh out loud. Their professor never lost her concentration that way.

    “Are you okay?” A student of hers named Frank asked.

    The brunette paused, again deeming the whisperings as a figment of her imagination. “I’m fine….now back to abstract expressionism, Jackson Pollock was one of many artists to lead the movement. He was considered to have a volatile personality because of his struggles with alcoholism…”

    The young professor was pleased to see most of her students, especially Tina, quickly begin to jot notes down. If there was one thing that she liked, it was that most students in her class were always eager to learn even though she was nearly as young as they were. They still treated her with respect, and never tried to do otherwise in class. Most people would think that it was because despite her young age, she was a no-nonsense professor in her class. But Bette liked to think that her students took it upon themselves to absorb as much as they could from her knowledge and her experiences and apply it to their own lives in some way. She considered herself to be the one in the learning process, not the students.

    “…Pollock’s work disagreed with how most of the 20th century art world saw art.” She went on to the next slide of her presentation, settling on Pollock’s ‘No. 5′. “This was not art to them. According to the Reynold’s News in 1959, it was a joke in bad taste.” A few students laughed.

    “Now I remember speaking a little bit about Pollock when we went over an introduction to abstract expressionism yesterday.” She looked around. “Can anyone tell me what Pollock was known for? In terms of his methods on his artwork?”

    A hand shot up, and she expected it to be Nadia’s. But when she looked in its direction, she released that while Nadia held her hand up so high that she practically lifted off her seat, Tina meekly held hers up as if she was unsure she was going to say a stupid answer but still wanted to see if she was going to have the right answer.

    “Ms. Kennard, I don’t recall you being here for yesterday’s lesson.” Bette smiled.

    “No, but I remembered being on a museum trip once and our guide told us that Pollock was known for his dripping methods which he totally abandoned after only three years …”

    Bette nodded, about to speak, but when she saw that Tina was not done, she stopped.

    “He also gave up on naming his paintings and started to number them instead. Pollock felt that people needed start watching his paintings for what they really were… just paintings.”

    This, coming from a girl who said she was no whiz in art history. She was doing alright so far. Bette nodded and affirmed the young woman’s words to her class, silently drawn to the soft sparkle of Tina’s eyes and her smile. She could tell that this was going to be an interesting part of her time with the blonde. As Bette went on with her lesson, she noticed that Tina stared at Nadia, who silently fumed. The brunette became a little concerned as Tina looked at her for a short time before returning to the angry blonde. But Tina turned away when Nadia caught her looking, and focused on her notetaking.

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    1. i once had the rare opportunity to actually view an exhibit of jackson pollock paintings at the SAM. my sister being a great fan of pollock, invited me along. my first reaction after viewing two of his works was, “gee. i can do that. a few squirt bottles filled with paint and aim at the canvas..” needless to say, my sister interrupted me by “letting me know” that his method was the drip method. taking a brush dipped in paint and “dripping the paint onto the canvas…” rather extrodinary. (as i said, “gee i can do that…”)i found his works very “out of place” for the period they were created, yet found them fascinating.and here is a story relating jackson pollack to tina and bette. sooo great!i am so loving this story and the interesting twist to a different view. and dare we say, “oh oh. the fight is on?” i am sure nadia will vie for any attention she can bring on herself to create a rift between bette and tina the student. gonna be an interesting ride. thumbs up to you for a great start. can’t wait to read more and thanks for taking the time to share with us.

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