Van Gogh Reborn! - Chapter 51

“Hmm.”

It wasn’t a bad condition.

For painters whose works are traded at high prices, coordination of profit distribution with art galleries was more important than anything else.

In particular, in the case of Ko Hun, whose painting price was more than 1 billion won per work, in which profits could get changed by tens of millions of won just by adjusting 1 percent.

Since 20 percent more can be collected from the standard contract, at least setting 200 million won when the transaction amount of the work is set at 1 billion won.

In Ko Sooyeol’s view, Bang Tae presented a limit that the WH Art Museum can yield.

“Did you also fix the rental amount?”

“Yes. We are hoping 500,000 won per work. The grand prize is all the works to be posted in this exhibition.”

This was also not a small amount.

Assuming that 10 works were leased, they could earn 5 million won a month and 60 million won a year.

“It’s not rookie treatment.”

Ko Sooyeol nodded inwardly.

The price of 30 works being rented for a month was usually between 50,000 won and 100,000 won.

In fact, considering Ko Hun’s recent popularity and painting price, 500,000 won is regrettable, but in that case, there will be no benefit taken by the WH Art Museum, which adjusted the profit ratio.

Ko Sooyeol admitted that curator Bang Tae worked hard to invite Ko Hun.

The intention was to make concessions on matters related to sales and to find the right to continuously display Ko Hun’s paintings as the trade of works is active and high prices are expected.

‘It’s the best they can do now.’

As Ko Sooyeol was convinced that curator Bang Tae brought out the best condition he could take out to catch Ko Hun.

An exclusive contract is naturally made.

The museum had to bear some expenditure as it could monopolize the works of the artist who is currently receiving the most attention.

The exceptional conditions of such coordination.

Bang Tae was confident that Ko Sooyeol would not refuse since his grandson could display the remaining works at the best art museum in Korea without making compromises after the exhibition.

Ko Sooyeol smiled vigorously.

“You must have thought a lot.”

Curator Bang Tae bowed his head.

“I’m embarrassed to say it myself, but I tried my best.”

“Ha hahah!”

The two shared laughter.

Bang Tae continued his words.

“It was hard at first. Since I couldn’t convince the higher-ups from the company’s point of view.”

“I understand.”

“But I got support from an unexpected place.”

“Support?”

“Yes. I never imagined that Hun would exhibit [Guest] at the Marceau Gallery, too,”

Ko Su-yeol, who disapproved of Henry Marceau, had no choice but to admit that exhibiting at Marceau gallery had helped Ko Hun.

Since Henry Marceau, who did not hang anyone else’s work hand hanged Hun’s painting in his gallery.

Contrary to the fact, the media reported that he visited to get Ko Hun’s painting in person.

Furthermore, Ko Hun’s recognition could not help but soar as Henry Marceau gave an entire exhibition room for Hun’s [Guest].

“In fact, I think Henry Marceau’s nosebleed should have been the deal breaker. Everyone immediately approved it the next day.”

“Hahahah!”

Ko Sooyeol laughed loudly.

Ko Hun, who was alternating between Bang Tae and Ko Sooyeol, opened his mouth.

“Do you rent pictures?”

He roughly understood the conversation between the two, but the meaning of renting works was unfamiliar to him.

“Oh.”

Bang Tae, who realized that there was a lack of explanation to Ko Hun, the person involved, explained with an example.

“[Sunflower] was sold for 2.8 billion won.”

“Yes.”

“It’s a huge amount of money. That’s why there aren’t many people who can buy it. Not only individuals but also art galleries,”

Ko Hun nodded his head.

By figuring out how much each snack was, he understood the value of the current currency, and he could see how expensive the [Sunflower] was sold.

In particular, there was no other way to say, except Henry Marceau was out of his mind.

‘Even if I didn’t know…how can I…’

Ko Hun was amazed at how much he, who had a no sense of modern currency, demanded such a ridiculous amount of money and how much Henry Marceau liked [Sunflower].

‘He must have really liked it a lot.’

“That’s why you rent it for a certain amount of money. Then even painters can generate profits from works that are not sold, and there is no need to lower prices just because they are not sold. On the gallery side, they can get works to display while reducing the risk.”

Ko Hun nodded at Bang Tae’s explanation.

“Uh… I felt this while talking. Did I explain it too hard?” If there’s anything you don’t understand.”

“No, I understand. It’s not bad for each other,”

Ko Hun shrugged.

Bang Tae, who felt that he had explained it in difficult words that a child does not use, smiled awkwardly, thinking of a way to explain it easily.

It was not a word that an 11-year-old child could understand, but it was just amazing that the conversation continued without difficulty.

‘Are all geniuses like this?’

Ko Hun continued the question.

“For how long is it.?”

“We have to decide now. I’m thinking about a year. On the condition that if the painting is sold during the lease period, it will be terminated in the middle.”

Ko Hun saw his grandfather.

It didn’t seem to be a bad condition, but he was not familiar with the rental transaction, so he decided that it was certain to get confirmation from Ko Sooyeol.

“Our Hun met a good person,”

Ko Sooyeol nodded while saying.

Curator Bang Tae’s conditions were excellent despite the judgment of a giant in the Korean art world.

By presenting good conditions to Ko Hun, the WH Art Museum could induce people to visit the museum by renting Hun’s work for a long time, and Hun could take everything he could take advantage of, so both were satisfactory.

“Good.”

Ko Hun expressed his intention to sign Bang Tae.

“Sure.”

Bang Tae repeatedly explained and filled in the blanks in the contract.

Ko Hun signed it and proved what Ko Sooyeol confirmed it as a guardian.

Ko Hun, who finished his first exhibition contract, was overwhelmed.

“Master Ko Hun. I’m looking forward for working with you.”

Bang Tae, called his name in a formal manner unlike a while ago.

Ko Hun smiled and shake hands with Bang Tae.

“I’m also glad to be working with Mr. Bang.”

Ko Sooyeol, who was happily watching the scene, stood up from his seat.

“Since you’re here, let’s go see Hun’s paintings.”

“In fact, I wanted to do that first. Hahahah”

Bang Tae answered honestly.

Bang Tae was excited to see what the picture Pierre Malo, willing to frame was like.

“Hahahah. Hun, you have to guide him.”

“Okay grandpa. Come this way Mr. Bang.”

Ko Hun guided Bang Tae to the studio.

Bang Tae, who moved his feet with excitement, lost life in his face, the moment he saw [Frost Wheat Field] on the wall of the studio.

The reverence handed down from the desolate wheat field made it solemn.

‘This is it.’

It was the echo that he felt in [Sunflower].

With the emotional color, Bang Tae’s heart became solemn with the bold brush touch.

Ko Hun’s painting was not bright.

Rather, it was so shabby and devastating that it made him worry about the inside of an 11-year-old child.

However, he also felt an unknown will.

Just as the wounded sunflower glowed brilliantly, the noble sacrifice of the earth, which embraces and bears seeds in harsh winds and frost, gave courage and hope.

The subtle shiny wheat field was the evidence.

‘I was looking for this.’

Bang Tae seemed to have met the Artist he had been waiting for a long time.

Ko Hun’s paintings did not refer to esoteric philosophy.

He always drew something that overcame adversity.

It must be a willingness to sublimate the misfortune that came to him, and it was a content that even the person looking at the painting could deeply sympathize with.

Although we live different lives.

The painting gave those, who were tired of life for different reasons, the courage to endure today and the hope of waiting for tomorrow.

Bang Tae was convinced that Ko Hun’s painting was a painting that what this era needed.

“This is.”

Bang Tae opened his mouth as a person who loves art, not as a curator.

“I have no choice but to fall in love with it.”

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Bang Tae prepared the first exhibition of Ko Hun by mobilizing all the resources of the WH Art Museum.

A separate commercial was produced, and 40 performance exhibitors and art creators were selected to promote the first exhibition of Ko Hun.

He also made a video of flowers blooming in Ko Hun’s [Sunflower] and uploaded a video.

Since Ko Hun was the grandson of Artist Ko Sooyeol and the most notable rookie in the art world at present, it was relatively easy to obtain corporate support.

Step by step all the pieces of what curator Bang Tae had prepared came together.

South Korea got quickly engulfed with expectations for the first exhibition of Ko Hun.

Reporters wandered near the WH Art Museum and Ko Sooyeol’s home.

It was all a useless attempt to somehow check what Ko Hun is currently working on and what kind of picture Pierre Malo framed.

Ko Hun never stepped out of the house to get to know what he was doing, and reporters had no choice but to ask curator Bang Tae and artist Ko Sooyeol.

“Mr. BANG TAE. It’s been a week since Ko Hun came out of the house. What is he doing inside?”

“I’ll send you a press release when it’s time. Please wait a little longer.”

Bang Tae avoided the question and entered Ko Sooyeol’s house.

One of the reporters who was pouring out questions complained, kicking the floor.

“You have to do it in moderation.”

“ Moderately. What should they do by hiding it like this?”

Even if it was a way to induce curiosity, that was too much.

Compared to the massive promotion of the WH Art Museum and the value of Ko Hun’s name, the details and works of Ko Hun’s first exhibition was not known in detail.

It was not easy.

One month left until the exhibition.

Journalists in the Art department did not know how long the war of nerves would last.

Meanwhile, Bang Tae, who entered Ko Sooyeol’s house, sighed deeply.

He had worked with several Artists, but this was the first time he had felt such great fever.

From the fact that he is a young genius, interesting anecdotes accumulated in a short period of time, and pictures that shook the mind of people and filled the internet.

Even though it had an element that could only draw attention, it was a reaction that far exceeded Bang Tae’s expectations.

Ko Hun opened the door for Bang Tae.

“Hello.”

“Hello. How was it today?”

“It’s the same.”

Bang Tae was relieved to hear that he was as usual.

There was nothing to worry about if Ko Hun drew as usual.

“Come on in Mr. Bang.”

“No. I’m here to give you this today.”

Bang Tae took out a bunch of postcards.

“What is this?”

“When we have an exhibition, we send cards to people like an invitation. I’ve made a draft, so see if you like anything.”

“Oh.”

Ko Hun took the postcard with great enthusiasm.

“You can tell me what you like, and give the list of the people you would like to send the invitation. Can I come back day after tomorrow to receive it?”

“Yes. No problem.”

Ko Hun nodded vigorously.

“I’ll trust you with that. By the way, you remember about the filming and interview, right?”

“What should I do there?”

“Just answer what they are asking comfortably,”

Bang Tae was proud of Ko Hun, who nodded once again.

“Then I’ll be going.”

“Oh, wait a minute.”

Bang Tae smiled while waiting looking at the figure of Ko Hun rushing inside.

Ko Hun soon came back bringing two Mon Cheri chocolate that he liked.

“I’m fine. Hun, eat it.”

“How can I send you back empty-handed when you brought so many nice things to me? This chocolate is very tasty. If you don’t eat it, you’ll regret it Mr. Bang.”

“Hahaha.”

Sometimes he didn’t know whether he was a child or an adult.

Bang Tae thought he was a child, even though he was mature enough to give snacks saying that he could not send him back empty-handed.

“Then I’ll just take one. Thank you.”

“You’ll not regret it.”

Bang Tae smiled and waved once again.

“ Mr. Bang Tae.What did you talk about?”

“What’s the theme of the exhibition?”

Reporters poured out questions again when Bang Tae left Ko Sooyeol’s mansion.

Bang Tae, who was in chaos, sighed only after getting in the car.

“Oh, this is a little too much out of hand every time I see.?”

He shook his head and took a bite of the Mon cheri he was holding in his hand without thinking.