Van Gogh Reborn! - Chapter 31
One day before the solo exhibition.
Henry Marceau was still not able to complete the statue.
No matter how much he looked at [Marceau’s jewel], which had been moved to the gallery, did not give any answer.
He pondered for days and days as to how to express the troubled eye part, but he could not find a way to do so.
Even the emeralds airlifted from Colombia was not able to give the satisfaction he wanted.
He was looking for a more transparent, bluish gem, and he bought two 3-carat grandi deer lights for 160,000 euros, but even those were unsatisfactory.
It was the moment when his dazzling ideas and excellent senses disappeared all of a sudden, and he faced himself, infinitely helpless at the far end of his beauty.
‘Why.’
Henry Marceau never doubted the completion of [Marceau’s Jewel) over the past year.
His task was to create a masterpiece that would make known to the world his overflowing virtuosity and sublime aesthetics.
But in the last month. He felt he had to compromise several times a day over the [Marceau’s Jewel], which was not making any progress.
It was impossible to express his own beautiful eyes as it is.
He asked himself, if it was necessary to put jewels in the statue.
Even if it is revealed in this state, the public will be mesmerized by his expressive power that has reached its climax.
The public and collectors focused on ‘who made the work’, and the ‘work’ did not affect price formation.
Even if the unfinished [Marceau’s jewel] was to be displayed, they would cheer on the name ‘Henry Marceau’.
There were infinitely many reasons for giving up.
But Henry could not admit his limitations.
He, who will be remembered by art history and looked up to by all people in the future, could not be stopped by this kind of thing.
He could not compromise on expressing his own beauty.
Henry Marceau, who had already stopped eating and drinking for two days, couldn’t sleep, and was staring at [Marceau’s Jewel], sharpened his teeth.
Any jewel in the world.
It didn’t matter where it was or how expensive it was.
He had to find it and put it there.
Henry Marceau turned his head to examine the jewels that filled the workbench.
The jewels he had been looking for to put into [Marceau’s jewel] were shining brightly.
Emerald, peridot, varisite, jade, zircon, green diamond, tourmaline, tsavorite, de mantoid, and grandi deerite, which are said to be of good quality, were visible.
However, even though more than a hundred jewels were lined up, he liked none of them.
He even tried crafting it himself, but sculpting and jewellery crafting were completely different fields.
There was no result he was satisfied with.
Henry Marceau buried his back in the chair and suddenly looked away, where Ko Hun’s [Guest] was hung.
It was color pencil drawing that was not even drawn properly.
Ko Hun tried to describe it in quite a bit of detail, but it was at a common level.
However, the lightly painted sunflowers and the faces of the two who shone softly because of the sunflower reminded him of Van Gogh’s gaze, causing an unknown pity.
Henry Marceau clenched his fist.
He couldn’t open his eyes to see the unfinished [Marceau’s jewel] hung with it.
Production period One year Vs one day.
Color pencils and cheap paper Vs the finest marble.
A young virtuoso Vs a ten-year-old boy.
Most people would be interested in [Marceau’s jewel], but those who knew art would recognize [Guest].
That situation.
Henry Marceau could not tolerate
Henry Marceau continued to ponder with a sigh.
And another day passed like that.
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Henry Marceau opened his mouth for the first time after three days.
His neck was locked and his voice was muffled.
“Call Michelle.”
A dial tone rang through the silent gallery, and Marceau’s chief curator, Michelle Platini, murmured in a sleepy voice.
– Huh?
“The exhibition is postponed.”
Michelle Platini did not answer.
After a long gap, she asked in her awake voice.
– Could you say it again?
“I want the exhibition to be postponed.”
– What nonsense in the middle of the night? There’s no time. When the day breaks, everyone will be standing in front of the exhibition hall. The exhibition is today dammit.
When Henry Marceau did not answer, Michelle Platini calmed herself down and persuaded him.
– It’s the third time already. More than five hundred people have contacted me for visiting today. How would I explain it to them? Let’s say I do that. Who would these people curse?
“……..…”
Michelle Platini sighed. After seeing him as a college classmate, business partner, and lover for over a decade, she could no longer accept his immature behavior.
– I am the curator. If you don’t want to, do whatever you want to sue. I will exhibit your work today.
“Michelle!”
-Wake Up. Some people cross the continent to see your work. What are you going to do with that kind of responsibility?
Michelle Platini hung up her phone.
Henry Marceau looked at the broken phone on the floor, then once again started examining [Marceau’s jewel].
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December 11, 2027.
To see Henry Marceau’s solo exhibition, celebrities from all over the world visited Paris, France.
Thanks to the extensive publicity that has been going on for half a year, people who are not in the art world also stood in line, and when the gallery opens at 10:00 a.m.,
The whole area was almost paralyzed.
Kim Jiwoo, who went out for the interview, lowered his lips and moaned as if tired.
On the other hand, Ko Sooyeol, who had no choice but to follow Ko Hun, could not hide his displeasure.
“Little Hun, do you still want to see it?”
“Yes.”
“Look at this. How long will it take for our turn to come?”
“This makes me want to see it more. There must be a reason why so many people are looking forward for it.”
“Okay.”
During a conversation between the highly anticipated Ko Hun and the uncomfortable Ko Sooyeol, a reporter found them.
“Sir Ko sooyeol!”
Hundreds of people’s attention was drawn to his cry at once.
Reporters rushed in.
“Ah!”
Kim Jiwoo, who was with Ko Sooyeol and Ko Hun, got pushed away from his place, before he could even complete his scream.
“How did you get here?”
“What is the schedule for the next exhibition?”
“Did you come to the Henry Marceau exhibition because of a change of heart? Or is it because of the relationship between your grandson and Henry Marceau?”
Despite the rain of questions, Ko Sooyeol was resolute. He opened his mouth calmly, protecting his grandson.
“I came because they said they would display Hun’s picture. It has nothing to do with Henry Marceau.”
“What do you think of [Marceau’s jewel], which is due to be revealed today?”
“I can’t put into words what I haven’t seen yet. I’ll take your questions up to this point, as it’s going to cause harm to other visitors.”
“I have a question for Ko Hun. You have quickly emerged as a star in the art world. What do you expect from today’s exhibition?”
Despite Koo sooyeol’s polite refusal, a reporter held the microphone to Ko Hun.
Everyone looked at Ko Sooyeol, but they also wanted to ask what kind of feelings Ko Hun had when he visited this place.
The first published work, [Sunflower], sold for 2 million euros to Henry Marceau, a picky collector.
Thanks to this, Ko Hun quickly became a hot topic and was currently the most notable rookie in Europe.
In addition, as it was revealed that he was the grandson of Ko Sooyeol and the son of Ko Hae and Lee Sujin, more and more collectors wanted to buy Ko Hun’s paintings.
Some people are willing to pay at least 1 million euros no matter what Ko Hun’s paintings to be displayed in this exhibition of Henry Marceau.
As much as [Marceau’s Jewel] of Marceau prepared for a year, the media was also concentrating on how much of Ko Hun’s new painting will be, whether it will be sold, and if so, how much it will be sold.
Ko Hun stared at the reporter who asked the question and smiled.
“The work of Henry Marceau.”
The noisy surroundings became quiet for a moment.
Ko Hun continued his words.
“I have never seen his work properly. So I am looking forward to it.”
The reporter who asked the question, was speechless in response to the overly common sense answer that he had visited the exhibition to see his work.
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When it was time to open,
Visitors began to enter the gallery one by one.
As the reporters dispersed to get in first, Ko Sooyeol looked down at his grandson with joy and said
“You did well.”
“What?”
“An exhibition is where you go to see art. You mustn’t forget that. These days, exhibitions have become just places to sell paintings and create sensations. It should be a space where artist and people can communicate calmly.”
“Even though grandpa said he didn’t want to see Henry Marceau’s work.”
“It’s because I don’t like him, and maybe you have your own tastes.”
“That’s right.”
“What’s your taste…What do you like and who do you hate?”
Ko Sooyeol and Ko Hun, who were exchanging a conversation, were surprised at the look of Kim Jiwoo, who approached them.
His pants were up to the knees of the reporters and his hair was a mess.
Even so, when he asked a question, Ko Hun opened his mouth with a pitiful and sad heart.
“I like the paintings of Rembrandt, Millet, Lautrec, Picasso, Grandpa, and Auntie.”
Kim Jiwoo blinked.
“Auntie? You mean Professor Jang Mirae?”
“Yes.”
“Are you that close?”
With the exception of Ko Sooyeol, she was the one who spent the most time together, so Ko- Hun nodded.
“Really? Then can’t we have an interview later?”
“Ask it yourself.”
Kim Jiwoo dropped his head down at Ko Hun’s resolute refusal.
“Anyway. The dean and Professor Jang Mirae are similar, but Picasso’s style is completely different. Why do you like two different styles.?”
“Why should I like only one?”
“…That’s valid. So who do you hate?”
“Paul Gauguin.”
“Gauguin? Why?”
“No, I do not want say it.”
Kim Jiwoo shrugged his shoulders in response to Ko Hun’s resolute answer and took out his notebook.
The queue gradually decreased until it reached the entrance, but it stopped moving.
“Is it full already?”
Kim Jiwoo tried to check the situation inside the gallery while running around.
“It doesn’t look like people went in much, but the queue doesn’t move.”
“What could be the problem? Hun, do you want to go back and eat pizza with Grandpa?”
“I will eat it for lunch.”
“ How about drinking your favorite Coke.”
“We’ve come this far, so please stop Grandpa.”
After some delay, the gallery staff came out and asked the visitor to enter.
“Ah.”
After barely entering the Marceau Gallery, Ko Hun and his party could understand why their position was stagnant.
The audience surrounded Henry Marceau.
He was sitting in front of a statue.
There were four security guards on all sides to keep visitors out, and the are was also covered with tape.
Beside Henry Marceau, the workbench and tools were still there.
In the glass box above the workbench, dazzling jewels sparkled.
Henry Marceau was completely different from his usual noble appearance.
His eyes were dark and shiny, his hair was brittle, and his white jade skin had lost its vitality.
But the eyes glaring at [Marceau’s jewel] were shining.
[Working]
[Be quiet]
The signpost erected next to him showed that he had not yet completed [Marceau’s jewel].
“Ah.”
Seeing this, Ko Hun sighed a little.
