Van Gogh Reborn!

Chapter 256:

256

Getting Along (3)

I wonder what to do with this awkward chocolate puppy.

Before I start over, I want to check if there are any other problems as much as possible.

Even if I adjust the length of the legs, there could be another reason for it to fail.

For now, I follow the plan and cut off the head and upper back with a hot knife.

All I have to do is fill the inside with chocolate cream, candy, and snacks like wafers.

Thud-

“Ah.”

The puppy’s head falls off, unable to withstand the weight of the cream and candy.

It’s partly because the weight is shifted to one side due to the leg length, but the main problem is that it’s too thin.

There’s a limit to how thick I can coat the chocolate on the balloon, so it seems hard to fill the puppy mold with chocolate and snacks.

I wonder why the YouTuber who did chocolate crafts didn’t use this good idea more actively.

“Hmm.”

I’m in trouble.

I need a support to hold the weight of the chocolate.

Of course, I want to use something edible.

I thought about using Pepero as rebar, but they’re not sturdy enough and they’ll break easily.

I could carve a chunk of chocolate like Marso, but it would be a problem for the kids to share that huge chocolate chunk.

I want to give them the fun of finding and eating various snacks inside the chocolate. And it would be enjoyable to eat different things.

‘Hmm.’

I can’t think of a good way right now.

I give up on the puppy and decide to make a candy house using wafer snacks as walls.

I melt the chocolate again and see what Marso is doing. He’s drawing a blueprint.

He’s using the time while the chocolate hardens.

“Where’s the chocolate?”

“Over there.”

Marso points to the kimchi fridge he bought from Korea.

He pushed the kimchi to one side and put the chocolate in the empty space. Luckily, there wasn’t much kimchi, or it would have gone bad.

I look at Marso’s blueprint.

“It’s not your face?”

It’s hard to tell what it is, but it’s definitely not Marso’s face or body.

“What?”

“I thought you would do that.”

“How do you expect me to eat my own face?”

He acts sensible sometimes, even though he made over 800 self-portraits and self-sculptures.

“You’d be too attached to eat it.”

I wonder if he’d be too disgusted to eat it.

“Then what is it?”

“You’ll see.”

I don’t know much about sculpture, but I can’t tell what it is at a glance.

It seems complicated and it might take a lot of work.

“Wouldn’t it melt if it takes too long?”

“I have to freeze the carving knife too.”

“I saw a video where they put it on a cold marble slab.”

Marso is in a dilemma.

He thinks carefully and gives Arsene a hint.

“Yes?”

“What are you doing? Go get it.”

Arsene looks flustered and goes outside. He has a lot to do.

I’m curious about the taste of the chocolate Marso bought, so I put one of the leftovers in my mouth. It’s quite hard.

The texture is different for each chocolate, but he chose a hard one on purpose to carve it.

“The puppy.”

Marso looks at where I was working and finds the chocolate puppy.

“It didn’t work out. I’m melting it again.”

“It wouldn’t hold up.”

“You should have told me sooner if you knew.”

“It’s better to experience it than to know it from me.”

He must have decided to carve it from the beginning because he knew this problem.

It’s the difference of experience in making sculptures.

“So. What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to make a house.”

He snorts when I show him the rough sketch.

“Why are you laughing?”

“That’s the best you can do.”

“What did you say?”

He laughs triumphantly. His eyes show that he thinks he has won, and it annoys me.

I had planned to stack cookies and chocolate into a house shape, but I guess I have to find another way.

I can’t just stand there and watch him act smug.

But how?

He has an advantage over me in this kind of thing.

It’s the first time for both of us to handle chocolate, and neither of us has ever made a sculpture.

If I recall the skills he showed in , he will probably make a splendid chocolate statue this time.

I have to use my strengths too.

As Ko Hun, who was deep in thought, quickly went down to the first floor, Henri Marso snickered.

Ko Hun, who had shown a remarkable performance in painting that once gave him a sense of frustration, didn’t have much power in chocolate craft.

A house made of chocolate and cookies.

It was just cute.

‘That’s normal.’

Marso moved his hands busily, feeling like showing off his very fine chocolate piece.

Not long after that, Ko Hun brought a brush, oil paper, and chocolate. He melted chocolate of different colors and spread out the oil paper.

Henri Marso, who was waiting for Arsen, watched the scene with curiosity.

Ko Hun stacked wafers like bricks, and stuck cookies and cookies together with chocolate.

He waited for it to harden and picked up the brush. He dipped it in brown chocolate and spread it over the oil paper.

Henri Marso approached and examined what Ko Hun was doing.

Ko Hun drew pictures using brown chocolate mixed with darker chocolate, and white chocolate.

He used different colors of chocolate without mixing them completely, making them look like wood grain.

He measured the length of the wall made of wafers and cut it with a knife.

He drew all four sides and put them in the freezer.

“…”

Henri Marso easily understood Ko Hun’s intention.

He was thinking of replacing the simple shape that lacked skill with a brush.

Ko Hun’s unique impasto technique was effective in expressing texture with thick chocolate.

“What are you looking at?”

“Not bad.”

Ko Hun snorted and spread out another oil paper.

He thought he would draw a wall with wood grain like before, but this time he rolled the oil paper round and put it in a cup.

Henri Marso tilted his head.

“What’s that?”

“Wood.”

Henri Marso nodded inwardly after figuring out Ko Hun’s intention.

If he hardened the round chocolate and removed the paper, it would be a cylinder. It looked like wood because he expressed the wood grain with chocolate.

‘It’s not over yet.’

He had room to express it more delicately by adding or painting on the cylinder.

Ko Hun spread out another oil paper.

It was not easy to draw leaves with chocolate because of its viscosity.

He tried several more times and put down the brush and went down to the first floor.

Henri Marso looked at the oil paper that Ko Hun used like a canvas. He seemed to know where the boy got the idea.

‘It’s a breakthrough.’

The final destination of the breakthrough was to use everything the brush touched as a canvas.

Now he only reproduced what he drew on the virtual reality-based tilt canvas with a specially made 3D printer, but someday he aimed to complete a special paint and draw it directly.

Even if he couldn’t be completely free, he was developing a special paint that would solidify momentarily when he met certain conditions.

Chocolate was similar to that.

He drew on the oil paper, twisted the paper and hardened it, and he could express it in three dimensions.

Henri Marso was satisfied that Ko Hun tried the work with reference to the breakthrough.

He watched the boy who came back with a lot of leaves from the garden.

Ko Hun washed the leaves clean and coated them thickly with chocolate.

The structure of the house was simple, but the exterior and the surrounding scenery seemed to be quite realistic.

‘That’s how it should be.’

A small smile appeared on Henri Marso’s lips.

When I finished preparing roughly, Arsen brought a machine that was a little smaller than my height.

I’ve seen something similar at the ice cream shop. It must be something that lowers the temperature by laying marble.

It was delicious when I mixed ice cream, chocolate, and cookies, but my heart beats when I put the frozen chocolate on the machine.

I should suggest trying it once I finish my work.

Marso picked up the chisel and hammer he had frozen. First, he cut off the round surface and made a cube.

Tap tap-

Then he approached it very carefully, unexpectedly.

Maybe it was because he had never handled this material before, or maybe he wanted to use the whole cube.

I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

It was a time-consuming task, so I decided to watch him slowly while doing my own work.

I took out what I had frozen in the freezer.

I coated the wafers with chocolate and stuck the frozen walls. It was a splendid cabin.

I filled it with cookies and candy and covered the roof with the same method I used to make the walls.

I drilled a hole in one side of the roof and stuck a thick stick candy. I attached white chocolate that I had thinly spread and hardened on wax paper.

It was a cozy house with smoke rising.

But it was boring with just the house. Before planting the trees I had prepared, I poured plenty of chocolate around them.

It was strange to have only trees, so there should be grass too.

I picked up a brush and dotted around the trees. Chocolate came up every time I lifted the brush.

I had to be careful not to mess up the surroundings, but if I didn’t hurry, it would dry up quickly.

I focused on making grass around the house and then made a path with chocolate shaped like stones.

I lifted my head a little to rest.

Marso had made some progress.

He had cut off the top and side surfaces, leaving only 2 cm of the edges, making a box shape.

He was working on the inside, but there was no noticeable feature yet.

I wondered what he was making.

“Author.”

Arsene came out.

“Don’t you see I’m working?”

Marso snapped, but Arsene didn’t back down.

“Don’t you think it would be better to move before it gets too late?”

Marso lifted his head.

He checked the clock he had loosened and tilted his head.

It was 9 p.m.

It was around lunchtime when Michelle came, but time had flown by.

He must not have been hungry because he kept eating chocolate while working.

Come to think of it, Grandpa and Bantaeho had stopped by in the meantime.

“Go back. I’ll stay here today.”

“I’ll do that.”

Marso looked at my chocolate house and narrowed his eyes, then picked up the chisel again.

He was going to stay up all night.

That obsession must have led him to the top of the world.

He had amazing concentration.

“Why don’t you sleep?”

“…”

“Sleep.”