Van Gogh Reborn!-Chapter 72

Ko Sooyeol smiled while hearing the laughter from the shower.

At one time, he was worried about his grandsons unchildlike appearance, but after traveling to Europe, he started expressing his feelings more often and now he laughed and played with his friend.

Ko Sooyeol was relieved that his grandson was slowly forgetting the trauma of the time of the accident.

Guys, Are you done showering?

Yes, hey, hey Sihyeon ! Wait!"

"Hehehe!"

Ko Sooyeol, who thought he couldn't stop the excited kids, set the table leisurely.

The children opened the door and came out.

The water dripped from their body since they didn't wipe properly.

"You'll catch a cold,"

Ko Hun said maturely, drying his friend's hair with a towel.

Sit down.

I can do it.

It will be faster if I do it. We can quickly have dinner.

It was cute and commendable to see Ko Hun drying his friend's hair.

"Oh yeah. The clothes to change"

Ko Sooyeol brought a change of clothes for Cha Sihyeon.

Ko Hun's clothes fit Cha Sihyeon perfectly.

"Come on, come on. Let's eat now."

Ko Sooyeol brought the children and seated them down at the table.

Ko Hun and Cha Sihyeon opened their eyes wide and looked at duck black bean soup.

"What is this?"

Ko Hun questioned his grandfather's masterpiece with suspicious eyes.

"What do you mean, its duck soup. Try it. Sihyeon, too."

The two children looked at each other.

The smell was good, but the brown duck soup, which was close to black, could not look delicious to the children's eyes.

Ko Hun, who had been hit by his grandfather's food a few times, tasted it first.

"Uh."

The soup was sweet and savory.

Thanks to the deep boiling, the water seeped out and he could feel the unique concentration of duck meat.

Ko Hun recalled the taste of samgyetang that he had yesterday.

"It's better than samgyetang at school."

"Really?"

"Yes. Try it."

Cha Sihyeon also took courage because of what his friend said.

He put some soup into his mouth.

For Cha Sihyeon, who had never tried instant food, the powder of black bean noodles was too stimulating.

Cha Sihyeon, impressed by the taste, took another sip of the soup.

"Is it that good?"

"Yes!"

Ko Sooyeol smiled satisfactorily as he looked at Ko Hun and Cha Sihyeon eating the soup he made vigorously.

Cha Sihyeon was a good son.

He took what his mother and father said without a bit of doubt.

He studied hard as they said.

He was brilliant, so he easily managed his studies on his own, and never asked for help or said it was difficult.

He didn't ask for toys and he didn't watch any animated films or play games that children his age would like to do.

It was because of the words passed by his father that he had to study hard.

But he wanted to draw pictures and play with friends in his heart.

And at some point, he couldn't control that anymore.

Because of his outstanding performance, school classes became boring, and in the resulting leisure time, he spent on tablet, and art education applications.

The pure heart that opened the door to the world of Art once grew out of control.

However, the smart child hid his feelings thoroughly because he knew his father hated drawing.

Paintings were drawn only on tablets and not saved.

Sometimes he wanted to keep his favorite painting, but he was willing to give up that happiness because he knew that his father would be sad if he knew it.

He was satisfied with just painting.

When he wanted to see the picture he drew, he took it out from the picture shop in his head.

Although he couldn't show it to others, he was able to soothe his regret because he had a blessed talent that he never forgets what he saw once.

Cha Sihyeon, who had been dreaming in a world of his own with no one, could no longer hide himself.

It was because of Ko Hun.

"I just wanted to learn it because I liked your blue tree."

When Ko Hun said he liked his painting, Cha Sihyeon wanted to show the countless blue trees he had in his head.

He didn't feel like it suddenly.

It was because the desperate heart that tried to turn a blind eye swelled to the point where it could no longer be hidden.

When he first picked up the brush, squeezed the paint himself and painted it on the canvas, the emotion he was suppressing exploded.

It was fun.

It was the first time a child who controlled his emotions expressed himself.

The boy's heart was overwhelmed by the world on the canvas, which got changed by his gesture.

Fortunately, Ko Hun didn't tell Cha Sihyeon how to draw.

Because of that, Cha Sihyeon enjoyed painting to his heart's content.

Ko Hun just watched it so that he could realize it himself and improve it.

"If it's hard to use a brush, you can draw it with your hands."

"How?"

"Like this."

Ko Hun stretched out his palm and held the paint. The action was a shock to Cha Sihyeon.

He couldn't believe he was touching the paint with his bare hands.

He wondered if he could do such a radical thing.

However, the boy, who had already lost control of himself, followed his friend with paint in his hand and boldly applied it to the canvas.

He moved as much as he wanted while collecting and spreading paints in his fingers.

As he was only obsessed with painting, the paints on the canvas could not be recognized.

"It's weird."

Cha Sihyeon couldn't understand the picture he drew.

It was a meaningless form.

However, the act of painting it itself was so enjoyable that he didn't know what to do.

His heart sank when he realized that there was paint on his clothes.

The food he had for the first time in his life was delicious and he was relieved to see the neat clothes even though it was wet when he went back.

Only one worry left.

"Can I come again?"

Will today's happiness end like this?

He was scared of being left lonely again.

"Sure,"

Ko Hun grinned.

"It was fun."

Cha Sihyeon felt like his heart was going to explode as soon as he confirmed that he was not the only one who had fun.

A single reading is not enough to fully understand the script.

In order to fully express director Christine Nolan's screenplay, I read each sentence carefully.

As a result, the speed was a little slow, but there will be no big problem.

It's not something to deal with in a hurry and there's a lot of time left.

Moreover, preparations for the Whitney Biennale come first now, so let's not be impatient.

I want to draw a landscape.

Seoul is a hard place to find nature like Arles and Auvers.

I want to draw everything around the area we live in, so I wanted to ask grandpa to take me on a picnic this weekend.

The chilly weather has warmed up a lot, so it will be a very pleasant picnic.

While thinking about it I was drawing various snacks to develop my depictive power.

"Oh,"

As I turned my head, Sihyeon was looking at the still life painting that I had drawn as a practice.

Why isn't this on display?

It's practice.

Even though you drew this well?"

"There are many people who draw this much."

"Lie."

"Really."

This era is so full of geniuses.

There are people who shine especially among them, such as grandpa, Aunt Mirae, and Henri Marceau.

The students that Grandpa and Jang Mirae teach have really excellent skills.

I was surprised when I went to the exhibition of college students.

The standards of college students are not low by any means.

Rather, they are not lacking at all than those who have made their names in the past.

I showed the impressive painting among the paintings I had seen at the Korean university student exhibition.

"Wow,"

Sihyeon admired.

Is this a painting drawn by a student?

Yes, it was painted by a Korean Art university student.

It was like a photographic expression.

I thought only grandpa, Aunt Mirae, and Henri Marceau could express this much with oil paint.

This was no longer an exceptional ability in this era.

Hyperrealism.

According to grandpa, it was a style of painting that was popular in the 1960s in America.

Precision used to be an area that only a very few people who were blessed by God could do.

Now, even college students can imitate it.

"This must be very expensive, right?"

"No. Its not."

From what I heard from Uncle Bang, there are many cases where they don't even get paid the cost of paints.

"Why? Even though it was drawn so well?"

"I know, right?"

You can't even make a living with such excellent skills.

"Oh. Is it because there's a lot of supply?"

Sihyeon said something I couldnt understand.

"What does that mean?"

"There are a lot of people who supply these kind of paintings, so the price has to go down since the demand can't keep up."

"..?"

It took me a while to understand.

In short, there are a lot of well-drawn life-like paintings all over the place.

But, there are only a limited number of people who buy paintings, so if they are not exceptional among them, they will not be sold.

"You can't sell them just because you drew well,"

Sihyeon nodded.

"Drawing well doesn't necessarily include drawing realistically.

"Then?"

" Old paintings are valuable as a feed, while famous paintings are meaningful as collections. The standards for drawing well, vary from person to person."

I showed Sihyeon Willem de Kooning's Women III.

"What's this?"

Sihyeon narrowed his eyebrows and closed his mouth with his hands.

Should I say it's a concept that's close to abstract painting.

Words cannot describe this painting.

"It's a painting by a man named Willem de Kooning. What do you think?

Scary.

It's not a picture where either an adult nor a child can feel pleasant emotions.

I can't draw it.

I don't fully understand the concept of abstract painting.

It's called abstract expressionism.

" Is this painting expensive?"

"Yeah, it's over 100 million dollars."

I looked up an article and found that a Starbucks man bought it for more than 144.3 billion won in 2006.

It's an incomprehensible price.

I can not yet adapt to modern art since I only feel the weirdness of this painting.

We may never understand each other, but that's not bad either.

No matter how hard we try, there are people who we can never understand.

But at least you have to talk before making a decision, so I'm going to get to know about it gradually.

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