Van Gogh Reborn! -
Chapter 215:
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Children of a New Country (3)
The reporter was taken aback by the harsh words.
└What do you mean, this is your salon exhibitionㅋㅋ How can you tell them to get lostㅋㅋㅋㅋ
└That’s random ㅋㅋㅋ
└What’s with the temperature difference between Hoon and Henriㅋㅋㅋ
└I know ㅋㅋ Hoon is so fluffy but Henri looks exhaustedㅋㅋㅋ
└It’s hard to raise a kid. If you let them play with a dog, the dog gets tired too.
└You played with them a lot ㅠㅠㅠ
└I don’t think that’s it.
└Then what?
└Anyway, it’s not. My brother is not domestic at all.
While the viewers made various guesses, Ko Hun stepped in.
“He couldn’t sleep.”
There must be a big reason why Henri Marso, who was meticulous about self-care, couldn’t sleep.
The reporters recalled that , the winner of the Arnuvo competition, was one of the series, and wondered if it had something to do with the development of the wall-breaking project.
The reporters pointed their microphones at Ko Hun and poured out questions.
“Is it because of the finished piece of Beauty that you said you would reveal at the salon exhibition?”
“Is it related to the wall-breaking project?”
Ko Hun shook his head.
“We watched a drama together yesterday.”
“A drama?”
The reporters blinked.
They wanted to hear what Henri Marso, who vowed to revolutionize the art world, had done for a week.
They were surprised to hear that he stayed up all night because of a drama.
But there were also many who were curious about the daily life of Henri Marso, who had never exposed his private life under strict security.
“Don’t talk nonsense.”
As Henri tried to stop Ko Hun, one reporter didn’t miss the opportunity and asked.
“What drama did you watch?”
“Blood Mark.”
It was the title that Ko Hun had mentioned several times in his interviews and TV appearances.
Some of the reporters also wanted to know what kind of drama it was, but it was hard to figure out the content because it was a drama that was not available overseas.
“How did you watch it when it’s not yet available in France?”
“Well, it was amazing. There were no subtitles, but I watched it.”
As Ko Hun looked up at Henri Marso, all the reporters followed his gaze.
Henri Marso, who had a stern expression, looked flustered for a rare moment.
“What’s going on?”
“What happened?”
Ko Hun also asked along.
“What do you mean what happened? I just watched the screen.”
Henri Marso tried to get out of his seat, but the reporters wouldn’t let go of the biggest factor of this SNBA salon exhibition.
“When did you learn Korean?”
Ko Hun asked again.
“What do you mean learn? I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know? You understood everything.”
Ko Hun was sure that Henri Marso understood the drama completely.
He showed reactions that only someone who knew the story could do, such as sympathizing with the main character or swearing.
“Come to think of it, you sometimes come to my broadcast and chat, and you seem to understand.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Ko Hun stared at Henri Marso and spoke in Korean.
“I spit in your coffee this morning.”
Henri Marso twitched his eyebrows.
He wanted to grab him by the collar and shake him, but he was too proud to admit that he learned Korean to watch his internet broadcast.
Ko Hun narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth again.
“You didn’t know that the male lead’s father and the female lead dated in the past, did you?”
Henri Marso’s eyes widened.
“Are you crazy! Why did you say that!”
“See? You understand.”
The reporters who were watching the situation didn’t know how to write an article about their conversation.
“Dear French citizens, beloved artists. Thank you for coming to the SNBA salon exhibition.”
The president of the French National Art Association, Simon Chevasson, greeted us.
He had a warm impression and a strong voice, so I always liked him.
“Hey.”
I turned my head when Marso called me.
“No.”
“I got it.”
“You don’t look like you got it.”
“I learned it naturally while looking for paint like ochre.”
“Yeah.”
He had a tendency to obsess over strange things.
I was amazed that he could digest Korean in such a short time, when it took me quite a while to learn it.
He kept emphasizing why he learned it.
“The SNBA Salon Exhibition started with the slogan ‘Art for Art’s Sake’ and is celebrating its 167th anniversary this year.”
A long history of 167 years.
Since the modern meaning of art began when the impressionist painters were active, the SNBA Salon Exhibition can be seen as parallel to modern art and history.
“Hey.”
“What now?”
“Is it true that you spit in the coffee?”
“No.”
“Prove it.”
“How do I prove it? Don’t believe me if you don’t want to.”
“You bastard.”
“Cough. Cough.”
Marso raised his voice and the president, who was giving a speech, coughed to warn him.
Marso didn’t seem to want to make a big deal either, as he crossed his arms and turned his head.
It would have been fun to tease him more if he really spat.
I folded the brochure as I listened to the speech.
The SNBA Salon Exhibition galleries are divided by country.
In addition to the Art Nouveau competition, there are works by the winners of the separate competition and the invited artists.
Of course, there is also a Korean gallery.
My grandfather was invited in the Korean painting field, and I was curious what kind of works the other artists had shown.
I could look around while waiting for my grandfather.
‘It’s going to be close.’
The award ceremony was from 4 to 6, so I didn’t know if my grandfather would make it.
“Then, please enjoy the art for art’s sake.”
Clap clap clap clap-
The guests applauded as President Chevasson greeted them.
The opening ceremony was over, so I went outside to look around the Korean gallery. Marso must have had something to do, so it would be better for both of us to part here.
“I’m going to the Korean gallery.”
“Go.”
“…Don’t you have anything to see?”
“I do.”
“Then go do your thing. I just have to wait until my grandfather comes.”
“What if you get lost?”
“Why would I get lost?”
“Then lead the way.”
The Korean gallery was exhibited at the Carrousel du Louvre, so I guess I had to go left from here.
“Ah.”
As I moved my feet, Marso grabbed my neck and moved me to the right.
“It’s this way.”
“…”
I followed Henri Marso and arrived at the place where the works of Korean artists were gathered.
Most of my grandfather’s works were on tour, so only one piece was exhibited, the pine tree painting that I liked.
I had seen it a lot, so I wanted to see the works of other artists now.
Except for Jang Mi-rae, I hadn’t seen much of the works of Korean artists, and the name Seo Inho caught my eye.
“Hmm.”
Henri Marso took the first step.
“Do you know him?”
“I know him well.”
It was surprising that Marso knew someone well.
“Are you close?”
“No.”
Of course.
“How do you know?”
“It was 2013, I think. I saw his work and started preparing for the breakthrough.”
It was 15 years ago in 2013, and he must have been deeply impressed to remember the year.
It was enough to make Marso come up with the idea of a ‘breakthrough’ himself.
What kind of work was it?
With an excited heart, I entered the exhibition hall and felt a shiver run down my spine to my head.
“Oh my God.”
There was a house in the exhibition hall.
The three-story house was translucent, showing the inside as it was, and the interior had various rooms and furniture made of the same translucent material.
As I approached, I realized it was cloth.
It was a house made of very thin cloth.
“That’s impossible.”
How could this be possible?
It looked like the modeling I saw on the computer during the graphic work of the movie , but it was overwhelming to face it in reality.
I must have opened my mouth without knowing.
I came to my senses and checked the explanation.
The title was .1)
Like any contemporary artist, the title was not limiting the appreciation, but opening up the room for thought.
But the shock and emotion I felt when I faced the work were beyond words.
“I’ve seen it countless times.”
Marso opened his mouth.
“I never felt beauty in installation art before I saw this person’s work.”
It was amazing enough for Henri Marso, who had a critical eye for works, to praise.
It was not only the aesthetic beauty, but also the way Seo In-ho expressed his own philosophy.
No matter which direction I looked, I could see the outside and inside of the house, and even the furniture, I could tell how they were structured.
It was more grand and refined than any work I had ever seen.
I couldn’t imagine that such a work could exist until a moment ago.
Even more, there were people who went inside the and looked around.
The work was not simply expressed in three dimensions, but ‘existed’, and I could understand why Henri Marso was able to conceive the ‘breakthrough’ thanks to Seo In-ho.
I followed Henri Marso into the .
“What do you think is the best way to show culture?”
It was a question with a fixed answer.
I couldn’t think of any other answer with this work in front of me.
“A house.”
“Right. He said he started to express the cultural shock he felt when he moved to the US.”
Indeed, a house was the most vivid trace of a person.
It was the space where everyday life took place.
The architectural style that had a long history and changed, and what furniture was inside, what shape they were, and where they were placed, everything was a trace.
I also showed myself through .
A room was a means of showing ‘me’ as intuitively as a self-portrait.
And he expressed it by sewing and draping very thin cloth.
I couldn’t help but admire.
I hadn’t seen many works, but it was more shocking and exciting than any contemporary art I had encountered.
1)I used Seo Do-ho and his work as a motif.
Seo Do-ho (1962~): A representative artist of Korea.
He started to attract attention from the late 20th century and is now a world-renowned master.
He held several solo exhibitions at the Whitney Museum Philip Morris Branch, Tate Modern Gallery, Seattle Art Museum, etc.
The Los Angeles Art Museum and the Texas Houston Art Museum bought and exhibited his works.
*Please visit them once.
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