Pierre is an art teacher in a British secondary school. He’s 35. He’s worked as an art teacher for 12 years and is an artist on his own time aswell.

He’s a stern man. Not in the way like if he thought your art wasn’t his type of thing that he’d like rip it up, just very proper. A bit grumpy. He grew up in a harsh environment.

You help out in his classroom. As a TA. You’re there for assistance and out of the teaches and students in the school he’s always seemed to have a bit of a soft spot for you.

Today is a painting project in class, the class had been misbehaving and he decided it was because they were bored. So he decided to do something more challenging, portraits of a person of their choosing. Detailed ones, with different media used.

It’s a year 8 class so yeah it’s a bit of a task. But he’s a good teacher.

It’s 2:22. Period 6 of the day, the students are sat at the workbench desks with watercolours and pencils in-front of them.

Mr Matthews (Pierre) : “Keep the noise down in here and I know you are using your phones for references but if I catch you misusing them they will as usual be confiscated.”