Van Gogh Reborn! - Chapter 112
[Henry Marceau’s collection was given to the Nolan crew!]
[Christine Nolan, “The Marceau family’s exhibition room embraces the history and future of art.”]
[Words of Art connoisseurs who checked Henry Marceau’s collection, “A level that cannot be owned by an individual.”]
[Collector Henry Marceau’s potential revealed for the first time]
Yesterday, the famous French painter, Henry Marceau agreed to lend his collection to the film, in which he invested.
Recently, Nolan Productions was struggling with the supply and demand of artworks to be used in the movie ‘The strange Castle’.
It was because perfectionist Christine Nolan wanted to decorate Arsene Lupin’s gallery with authenticity.
In response, Henry Marceau was willing to open his exhibition room.
The Nolan production team said Henry Marceau lent Raphael’s [Small Cowper and Madonna] and Millet’s [Shepherdess with her flock].
Meanwhile, the art world turned upside down when the list of works in Marceau’s collection was released.
“These are works that require national scale management,” said Kevin McCauley, director of the Van Gogh Museum of Art, while Han Eeseul, a member of the European Art Critics Association, and a renowned cultural critic said, “The lost World Heritage Site was found in Marceau’s mansion.”
Although appraisers said that the work Henry Marceau had agreed to lend to Norman Productions was priceless, they expected it to cost at least €100 million a piece at auction.
Henry Marceau’s collection will be on display at the Marceau Museum, which is scheduled to be completed in 2031.
The art world turned upside down when Henry Marceau’s personal collection was released.
The status of collector Henry Marceau soared as masterpieces that had been unknown until now, as well as works that had existed only in the literature, were released.
Ivan Morozov, Russia’s richest man is known to own the most expensive exhibition room to date.
Steven Cowell, a hedge fund investor, and a 21st-century art market leader have total assets of $40 billion.
There was speculation that Henry Marceau might have more valuable works than Henry Brown, a Jewish American considered one of the world’s top 100 richest men.
The media couldn’t just let go of the questions of art lovers.
Journalists rushed at Henry Marceau when he came out.
“Mr. Marceau! Do you have any plans to reveal all your collections?”
“Are you still with Nolan? What’s going on with ‘The Strange Castle’?”
“It has been guessed that Mr. Marceau has as many works as Ivan Morozov. How many pieces do you have in your collection?”
“The Guardian has nominated Willie Rupert, Mr. Marceau, and Eric Dower for the top contenders in the art market today. How do you feel!”
One of the reporters’ questions made Henry Marceau irritated.
Henry wriggled his eyebrows and pulled down the slightly open car window.
“Contender?”
the reporter nodded.
Henry Marceau laughed and sneered at him.
“I’m speechless because I’m so full.”
Neither Willy Rupert, chairman of Sotheby’s, the world’s largest art auction company, nor Eric Dower, director of the Whitney Museum, who hosts the world’s largest biennial, can’t be compared with Henry Marceau.
“Listen,”
Henry Marceau said in a threatening tone.
“Everyone except me is just a supporting actor.”
Reporters were speechless as they barely came to their senses.
“That means…”
“If I had made up my mind, I would have made an auction that Sotheby’s wouldn’t have been able to afford.”
Henry Marceau looked around at the reporters.
“When the Henry Marceau Museum is completed, will Parisians go to the Louvre? Orsay? no. They will find me first.”
His voice was unshakable with conviction.
“It’s meaningful for me to carve and paint. Do you understand what I mean?”
No one replied.
They wanted to argue against the arrogant artist’s words, but there was nothing that came to their mind.
Unpredictable wealth, numerous collections, and popularity as an artist.
They didn’t know who to put forward if he wasn’t the best.
A reporter turned on a question.
“Whe…. where are you going now?”
“To buy pizza.”
Henry Marceau lifted the window.
Reporters tried to continue the question, but the vehicle began to move.
Reporters watched Henry Marceau’s moving vehicle in vain.
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When Henry Marceau’s interview was reported, some criticized him.
They criticized Henry Marceau’s arrogance, who regarded this era as his own.
They also argued that Henry Marceau should return the collection to the state, as it is not good for works that can be designated as a national treasure or a world heritage in an individual’s possession.
Although the Marceau Foundation said it would establish an art museum and display the collection in the future, those who had always hated him rushed to nitpick him.
I’m really nauseous. Isn’t that disgusting to think as if everything exists for him?
Don’t curse Henry. He’s not that crazy when you get to know him.
Less disgusting than you guys who abuse someone on the Internet.
Does that make sense? Isn’t it right to give it back? The Marceau family must have taken it after pillaging it anyway, right?
What are you talking about?
Who knows that? Maybe the French bandits fell into the Marceau family?
Lol, lol. It’s not even certain.
It didn’t even make sense to be suspicious. There are even a lot of things that aren’t at the auction. You might wonder how they got it.
I’m curious about that, but it’s also amazing that you can collect works like that.
[Link] [Henry Marceau answered, “Art exists for me”]
I guess it’s because he thinks like that. According to the article, all the works to be displayed in the art museum are the elements that makeup Henry Marceau himself.
Is he crazy? LOL, He acts and speaks like a crazy person.
Come to think of it, I don’t think it’s wrong. He is displaying the works that influenced him with his own work at an art gallery in his name
The Museum of Art is also considered a work of art.
I know. Why are they attacking him like this? Honestly, did Henry do anything wrong? Doesn’t everyone live like they are the protagonist of their life?
Is it normal to treat all the other artists like that even if he is the protagonist?
If he thought other people were insignificant, he would only display his work.
That’s right, Henry is not that kind of person. He is a person who knows how to accept others.
Is disrespecting others his way of accepting others?
There are many people who like Henry, and I think that’s why there are clear preferences among artists.
I support him for being a person who respects him.
Am I the only one who thinks Henry’s actions are cute? Isn’t it like the kindergarten students who think that everything is centered around them?
Cute, cute, LOL.
To be honest, he can do anything if he wants. I envy him for living without caring about others.
He has a lot of money. He’s handsome. He’s tall. He dresses well. He’s popular. He’s so talented. If I was like that, I would have thought I’m the GOD.
That’s why he doesn’t give a sh*t about what others got to say.
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“Cute?”
Henry Marceau, who was searching for his article, frowned.
Ko Hun observed Henry Marceau by opening the pizza box that Henry Marceau bought.
Ko Hun felt Henry Marceau was amazing that he was getting angry at someone who said he was cute while not paying any attention to the comments criticizing him.
“Where’s Sherry Gaddo?”
“Vacation.”
“And dinner?”
“I bought you pizza!”
Henry Marceau pointed to the pizza that he had personally bought because of the sudden visit of Ko Hun while most of the employees were on vacation.
Mozzarella cheese from the Apennine Mountains.
The dough was made by hand, by mixing only flour, water, yeast, and salt.
It was a perfect pizza that strictly adhered to tomato sauce, basil, and rules to be baked in the oven.
Ko Hun looked down at Margherita and raised his head.
“…Thank you for the meal.”
The boy, who got used to pizza full of toppings and sauces, was disappointed with Margherita.
Moreover, he was looking forward to Sherry Gado’s wonderful cooking, so he was very disappointed.
“What’s wrong with your expression?”
“Nothing.”
“What do you mean nothing?”
Ko Hun changed the subject.
“It’s a big deal. So are you alone with Mr. Arsene today?”
“Once a month, Arsene will leave work soon, and you should eat quickly and go back home.”
“I see.”
Unlike yesterday, Henry Marceau was very uncomfortable with Ko Hun, who was eating as if he was uncomfortable.
“…what are you doing here?”
“I’m just.”
“What are you talking about? Did you come to see the exhibition room?”
“I’ll say yes.”
Ko Hun ate Margherita pizza, hiding his disappointment.
Obviously, the cheese was a good match between fragrant and light bread and tomato sauce, but it was not his taste.
If he had known Sherry Gado wasn’t there, he wouldn’t have politely refused the invitation of Pierre Malo, the frame maker.
“Thank you for the meal.”
“Eat more.”
“I’m full.”
He couldn’t say that the pizza he bought was not delicious, because of the sincerity of Henry Marceau who went all the way to Montmartre.
He just wondered how to ask if there was any food left among the ones that Sherry Gado had prepared yesterday.
When Ko Hun stared at him, Henry Marceau’s thin patience eventually ran out.
“What!”
“Nothing.”
“I don’t think so because you have something to say! If you want to see it, go and see it!”
“I saw it all yesterday.”
“You said you came to see the exhibition room earlier!”
“Oh, I see. Did I?”
Henry Marceau scratched his head.
He had to send Ko Hun back because of an important appointment scheduled today, but the conversation kept wandering to a dead end.
Ko Hun, who was watching the scene closely, secretly showed his true feelings.
“…have you been with Sherry Gado since you were a child?”
“It has nothing to do with you! Why did you come!”
Henry was only thinking of doing what Ko Hun wanted and letting him go quickly.
“Marceau, aren’t you going to eat?”
“I’m going to eat later!”
“What? It’s good to eat properly when you’re alone.”
“Why are you nagging?! I can do it on my own!”
“It’s not good for your health if you just get angry like that. How about healthy blueberries?”
“Ahhhhhhhhh”
Henry Marceau was about to go crazy because of the sudden visit of Ko Hun.
Ko Hun said he shouldn’t drink too much.
He asked strange questions, such as whether you shouldn’t eat paint, don’t you like insects, and why aren’t penguins a fish?
Not only that, Henry Marceau was distracted by the constant chatter of Ko Hun that he had to eat healthy food regularly.
“You don’t like me! Why are you meddling all of a sudden? Are you here to bully me?”
“I don’t hate you anymore.”
Henry Marceau froze.
“What?”
“I don’t like it. I think it’s a little strange, but when I think about it, why should I hate you, it’s not like you’re hurting someone.”
Ko Hun said, poking at Margherita pizza in regret.
“Marceau is the one who hates me. Do you think anyone can draw overnight without trying?”
Henry Marceau doubted his ears.
Ko Hun jumped down from the chair.
“Call me a taxi, please. I’m going.”
“Wait a minute. What did you just say?”
Henry Marceau felt as if he heard something ridiculous.
Henry Marceau wanted to listen to why he came up with that thought when he said he really didn’t like it
“Why does it smell like pizza? I told you I’d do it…..”
At that moment Michelle Platini stepped inside, holding a paper bag full of food ingredients.
She was surprised to see Ko Hun.
Henry Marceau was also surprised.
Because Ko Hun suddenly said something, he forgot the fact that today was the day when he sent everyone in the mansion out on a vacation and dated Michelle Platini.
Michelle stared at Henry and questioned what had happened.
Confused, Henry Marceau opened his mouth to hide the situation somehow.
“Arsene has already left the office. Didn’t he say anything to you, Michelle Platini ?”
Michelle narrowed her eyebrows.
She wanted to shoot back if that was all he could think of.
“Oh, really? I guess I didn’t get a call. Excuse me, BOSS.”
Michelle smiled awkwardly and greeted Ko Hun.
“Hun, hello. I heard you’re really busy these days. Is it fun to work on the movie?”
Ko Hoon opened his mouth after watching Michelle Platini and Henry Marceau alternately.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
