Van Gogh Reborn!

Chapter 195: The Painter (3)

Chapter 195: The Painter (3)

Chapter 195 The Painter (3)

Bantaeho, who contacted some critics, decided that tomorrow would be the decisive moment.

The critics were very cautious for four days after the opening of the Art Nouveau competition.

They had no problem evaluating the artists who clearly revealed themselves, like Demian Carter, but they were reluctant to talk about Go Hoon.

It was not easy to predict what kind of work Go Hoon, who had used various materials, had drawn.

And they were afraid of the backlash that might come if their expectations were wrong.

But in a situation where a very small clue was released through the media, the Art Nouveau competition was also entering the final stage.

Bantaeho pulled the trigger of the signal gun to make them run, who were pushed to the starting line.

Theyll have a headache today.

Tonight, after deep thinking, they would eventually prove that <Beauty> was not drawn by Go Hoon.

The remaining problem was whether someone would recognize <Summer Ripple>.

I wish there was someone who understood Hoon.

Bantaeho hoped that there was someone who truly deeply understood Go Hoon, who had been receiving attention since last year.

It was important for Go Hoon to gain popularity as a painter, but he also thought that he needed an expert who fully understood him.

It wouldnt be an easy task because of his very different style.

There must be someone.

But Bantaeho was sure.

<Sunflower>, <Guest>, <Frosty Wheat Field>, <Mask>, <Bullet>, and <Summer Ripple>.

Go Hoons paintings had the power to move the heart.

He believed that there must be someone who looked at Go Hoon, not as a young genius, the grandson of Goseoyeol, or the painter loved by Henri Marso.

Bantaeho checked the voting status of the Art Nouveau competition.

The total number of votes was slightly over 2 million.

Theres a chance.

Since each person could only vote for ten works, people tended to enjoy and vote for as many works as possible.

The situation where there were more remaining votes than the number of votes.

<Summer Ripple> had a definite chance to beat <Beauty>.

It would have been nice if he had revealed it.

If Go Hoon had revealed his work from the beginning, he would have gotten a lot more votes than now.

Bantaeho regretted that.

However, the competing work <Beauty> also did not reach Henri Marsos reputation. It was at least the same condition as <Summer Ripple>.

Rather, if Henri Marso had revealed his position, his fame, which had risen due to the current Antermittang affair, could have crushed the other artists.

No. Its rather a relief.

Bantaeho narrowed his eyebrows.

<Summer Ripple>, which had been maintaining second place until now, was overtaken by the master Demian Carters <Farewell> for the first time.

**

Blanche Fabre, who had been wandering around the Cit des Arts for four days, could not find Go Hoons work.

<Sunflower>, <Guest>, <Frosty Wheat Field>, <Mask>, which she had seen at the Whitney Biennale, were telling different stories with different materials.

She could recognize <Frosty Wheat Field> because it had a clear intersection.

But as Blanche, who could not know how Go Hoon had changed after <Mask>, which refused to be a young Van Gogh, she could not find the answer.

She expected that Go Hoon would have a lot of votes if he was Go Hoon, and she looked around the top works again.

She still could not tell what work Go Hoon had submitted.

But soon she could solve that curiosity.

Blanche was going to see clearly with her own eyes what kind of painting the painter who changed Henri Marso before her had drawn.

Go Hoon stopped walking.

Here.

Not far from Notre Dame Cathedral.

It was the place where the most noticeable work in the Art Nouveau competition was hung.

No way.

The gallery was relatively quiet because the operating time was almost over.

Liar.

As Go Hoon stood in front of <Summer Ripple>, Blanche Fabre shook her head as if she could not believe it.

<Summer Ripple> was her favorite work in this competition.

She stopped by once every morning and felt the faintness in the rippling waves with the optical illusion effect in her eyes and chest.

She could not believe that Go Hoon had drawn <Summer Ripple>, which she had been waiting for the awards ceremony without knowing who had drawn it.

How.

Shh.

Chashihyun put his index finger on his lips.

He was worried that Blanche, who was surprised, would blurt out what his friend was trying to hide.

Blanche, who understood his intention, swallowed what she was going to say and looked at <Summer Ripple> again.

The reason why Blanche was surprised was no different from Henri Marso.

<Summer Ripple>, which showed the optical illusion effect and conveyed the tender sentiment, was attractive in itself.

Strange.

It also differed from the various works that Go Hoon had shown so far.

Go Hoon had drawn pictures that gave meaning to what actually existed, like a painter in the 19th century history.

Blanche understood that Go Hoon was influenced by his grandfather Goseoyeol.

Goseoyeol was a painter who drew out the meaning contained in the shape and color of things as much as possible.

Thanks to that, Goseoyeols works were clear in delivering the theme, gave a strong impression, and at the same time, were criticized for lacking diversity of interpretation.

Since he had such a grandfather, she thought that Go Hoon had drawn impressionist and expressionist paintings that perfectly revealed lyricism, such as <Sunflower> and <Frosty Wheat Field>.

She could not think of him drawing <Summer Ripple> at all.

Ah.

Blanche Fabre, who looked at <Summer Ripple> slowly again, soon realized that her thought was prejudice.

When she heard that Go Hoon had drawn it, she saw the impasto technique that applied thick paint and left strong brush marks.

It was the way Go Hoon liked to use.

He gave a realistic feeling even though he ignored the perspective, which was also seen in <Frosty Wheat Field>.

The sorrow that the rippling sea gave was similar to the emotion she had received from <Sunflower> and <Frosty Wheat Field>.

When she knew it, there were so many similarities.

Why didnt I know.

It was because of the difference in the way of showing.

<Summer Ripple> seemed to visualize longing.

He expressed the rippling sea as a means to reveal his emotions, not to contain emotions in things.

How can it be so different?

Blanche knew that the reason why Go Hoons style had changed greatly was not only because he was young.

The young painter, who was exposed to various environments, was greatly influenced by the works he liked.

Because of that, he often lost himself, but Go Hoon was clearly not losing his own color.

Blanche Fabre realized that Go Hoon was not a simple genius.

It wasnt just talent and education that allowed him to show different aspects in each work.

He could make a good work with a brilliant idea once in a while, but it couldnt last forever.

I got help from Jim Warren.

Go Hoon said.

Mask?

There was an artist named Lucio Fontana.

Sunflower too?

Josoek.

Josoek?

He was a painter in the Joseon Dynasty.

Go Hoon answered without hesitation to the question he asked to solve his doubts.

He had grasped the characteristics of other artists and digested them completely, so Blanche couldnt imagine what kind of work Go Hoon would draw next.

I never thought of that.

Blanche opened his mouth after organizing his thoughts.

What?

Imitating. I thought it was bad.

Does it look like I imitated?

Blanche shook his head.

It wasnt plagiarism.

It was a conversation to use something new when he understood the other person deeply and spoke for himself.

Blanche Fabre believed that Jim Warren, Lucio Fontana, and Josoek would be very happy to see Go Hoons work.

He had only thought of Go Hoon as a genius, but now that he understood how he had drawn his pictures, he could finally understand.

He wondered why the great Henri Marso was obsessed with Go Hoon more than other artists.

Maybe he wanted to influence Go Hoon too.

It was natural for a narcissist who loved himself very much to look for someone who understood him completely.

He thought that maybe the reason why Henri Marso felt competitive with Go Hoon was because he wanted him to recognize him.

He turned his head.

The rippling sea came back to his eyes.

Blanche Fabre engraved the relationship between Go Hoon and Henri Marso in his heart as he looked at <Summer Ripple>.

Its cool.

He envied the relationship between the two painters who had a great influence on each other.

**

Meanwhile.

The people hired at the Marso mansion were watching Marso, who was sitting in front of the canvas all day, with curiosity.

It was not a big deal to concentrate for two or three days when he started working, but today was different.

He didnt hold a brush, a pencil, or a crayon, and he just muttered something like a person who had lost his mind.

Why is he doing that?

I dont know. He said something.

No?

Yes. What he means by no.

Is he planning his work?

Doesnt he need to eat?

He gets angry when you talk to him when hes working.

Then Ill have to make a sandwich and put it next to him.

Henri Marso suddenly got up from his chair.

The staff were startled.

Arsene! Arsene!

Henri Marso called his secretary in a louder voice than usual.

Arsene, who was worried about his strange behavior, came up to him.

Yes, sir.

Tell the chef to prepare.

Henri Marso, who had skipped his meals all day, was expected to be very hungry by Arsene, who bowed his head.

Ill tell him to prepare the meal.

The most delicious potato pizza in the world.

Excuse me?

Henri Marso narrowed his eyebrows.

Didnt you hear me? The most delicious potato pizza in the world.

Are you saying that now?

Wait. Phone.

Henri Marso reached out his hand.

He took the smartphone that Arsene handed him and called Go Hoon.

A few rings went by and Go Hoon answered the phone.

-What?

Where are you?

-Behind Notre Dame Cathedral.

Why there?

-Do you know Berthillon? They say its a tourist course to eat ice cream there and watch the sunset.

Throw it away.

-What?

Throw away the ice cream and come this way. Ill send a car.

-What are you talking about?

You have to eat dinner, why are you eating ice cream at this time?

-I have a dinner appointment. See you next time.

Appointment?

-Im going to eat with Fabre.

-Who?

-Marso.

-Marso?

He heard a loud voice asking him to switch the phone over.

Be quiet and come. Ill send a car.

-I told you Im going to eat with him.

Then bring him too.

-No.

-Youre coming.

-Lets eat together when my father comes.

-Nothing is more important than meeting Henri Marso.

He didnt know who Fabre was, but he nodded at the remarkable sound.