Van Gogh Reborn! - Chapter 68
Christine Nolan was on his way to Berlin to work on the music for his upcoming movie.
In order to make the most of the given time, he was checking the edited version of the movie on the plane.
“Nolan”
Art director Nathan Evans called Nolan.
“Huh?”
“I’ve always supported you, but I can’t agree with you this time.”
Nathan Evans’ words made Nolan wince.
“Can’t agree.?”
“Yes. Ko Hun still too young. Also, he didn’t seem to know what concept art is.”
“It looked like that.”
Nolan did not deny it.
Yesterday, Ko Hun did not seem to be able to keep up with the conversation, so he had to add one or two additional explanation.
“You know very well that not all paintings are the same. It was a hasty decision to choose him just because you liked his style of painting. I wonder if the child can express the atmosphere of ‘ The Hollow needle’ well.”
“Maybe.”
Nolan did not deny it again.
Art director Nathan Evans couldn’t understand Nolan, who agreed with him but reached out to Ko Hun.
Nolan folded his laptop.
“If the result is not good, it can’t be helped. I’m going to find someone else, and I was just wondering what kind of shade he would bring to the story.”
Nathan Evans listened to Nolan with his arms folded.
“You know it too, don’t you.? We need a perfect image to bring the atmosphere of that time.”
Perfectionist Christine Nolan was planning to create a whole village for the movie, which is scheduled to be filmed next year.
In order to revive the French atmosphere in the early 20th century, a clear image was needed, and preliminary work for thorough examination and research was gradually being prepared.
However, it was difficult to express the modern France in Christine Nolan’s head.
Since he was in charge of production, direction, and script, he didn’t have time to explain them one by one, and he had limitations in delivering the information in words.
Christine Nolan needed someone to express the imaginary world, and just in time he got to know an artist named Ko Hun.
“What I want from him is a milestone. If we know the direction, we can tweak it as much as we want.”
The important thing in concept art of ‘The Hollow needle’ was the atmosphere.
The historical evidence and details could have been coordinated with experts, but the desolation and vanity of France at the time of industrialization was needed.
“We have to persuade the audience with just one scene. To do so, a clear image like a [Frost wheat field] is needed.”
Ko Hun’s [Frost Wheat Field] was special.
Hope and courage were felt even in the desperate atmosphere of a frozen wheat field on a windy winter night.
There was no realistic description, and he could feel the narrative in just one painting.
In order for all scenes in the movie to act as an element, an implicit and clear image was needed, such as [Frost wheat field].
In particular, there were several double tracks prepared for ‘The hollow needle’, which emphasized more on reasoning elements than the original novel.
It was more important because it had a “hidden meaning” to convey the scene, not just by lines, actions, and props.
“Hmm,”
Nathan Evans nodded his head as if he understood Nolan’s words.
“I could see clearly what you are expecting. I hope Ko Hun can read the script properly. If he isn’t interested, there’s nothing we can do.”
Nolan grinned.
“My scripts can never be boring.”
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My eyelids are very heavy since I couldn’t sleep last night.
I managed to hold out until the fourth period, but now I’m at my limit.
“Today, let’s find out what to think about when designating urban development zones.”
“Yes.”
In addition to general subjects such as Korean, English, and mathematics, there are five special discussion classes a week.
It is so difficult that I wonder if it is something that children aged 10 or 11 should be learning.
I don’t know why children should study about urban development.
It is too much to fight sleepiness among children who actively participate in the class.
‘What is he doing all the time?’
I looked at the child in front of me. It has been some time I started attending the classes, but I have never seen his face.
He was always doing something on his tablet.
‘Was his name Cha Sihyeon?’
“Then shall we ask what Sihyeon thinks about it.?”
I don’t know what the teacher was talking about, and I think, the child who was doing something else also can’t answer properly.
“We need to minimize conflicts of interest and economic value by comprehensively judging land components, surrounding buildings, housing and living conditions, demand, and residents’ needs.”
My guess was wrong.
Cha Sihyeon, who stood up with a sulky look, answered clearly.
How on earth did the children who come to this school live and become like that?
They must have been educated close to abuse.
“Yes, we have to consider a lot of things when we’re developing a city. In particular, the process of listening to what residents think is essential.”
The teacher added to Cha Sihyeon’s answer.
I looked at the tablet in Cha sihyeon’s table.
It’s a drawing of a blue tree that grew by the frozen lake.
The lonely background gives off a strange atmosphere thanks to the tree that cannot be found in this world.
I was wondering what he was doing, but it seems that he has been drawing.
The composition and shape are simple, but the impression of the blue tree is very fresh.
It seems to be expressed by tapping the brush, and I wonder what application he is using.
I’m not used to drawing on a tablet, so I have a lot of questions.
I was looking at it with the intention of speaking to him after class.
“Then should we ask Hun, what he thinks.?”
When I suddenly came to my senses at the teacher’s call, my classmates’ and teacher’s eyes were shining, while looking in my direction.
Everyone seems to be expecting a great answer from me.
But unfortunately, I’ve never thought of urban development since I love nature as it is.
I’m in a position to oppose it.
“It’s better to do it without ruining the nature.”
The children tilted their heads when they heard my honest answer, that was not as knowledgeable as Cha Sihyeon’s and other students’.
“Hun said something very nice. Development is important, but it’s also important not to harm nature.”
When the teacher supported my answer, a child stood up and asked with a surprised face.
“Why? Isn’t much more beneficial to build an apartment?”
The teacher cited New York City’s Central Park as an example.
This is the venue for the Whitney Biennale.
“Building more apartments will have an economic effect, but developing parks will improve the quality of life. Recently, there are many research that shows how these factors affect the economy.”
The teacher also added how much the resting place provided by nature affects people.
I can keep up with General subjects, but each special class is really hard work.
The gap is enormous to hear about the economy and development while learning four operations such as addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.
“Then let’s end today’s class here.”
“Thank you teacher.”
Cha Sihyeon still drew even after the useful but boring and confusing class.
He didn’t even care about other children heading to the cafeteria for lunch.
It’s a good concentration.
I have a lot of questions to ask, but I didn’t want to disturb him, so I just watched him.
How long has it been?
After a while, Cha Sihyeon lifted his head and looked at the picture to see how it is completed.
A slight smile formed around his mouth.
He seems to be satisfied.
There is no high quality skills, but the use of color and brush strokes are impressive.
Some of the most elaborate parts stand out.
There are many exceptional children in this school, but in general, it is not common to complete something like this alone at this age.
You can’t paint such a picture without liking it very much.
The child’s happy smile looks good.
“……?”
His expression suddenly goes bad.
He twitched his lips and erased the picture he had just finished.
‘Did he not like it?’
No.
He made such a happy face, so it can’t be.
“Why are you erasing it?”
When I asked him, Cha Sihyeon flinched.
He slowly turned his head and looked at me with a poisonous expression.
“Why are you looking at me.?”
He stood up with a very angry face, putting his tablet in the drawer and stormed out of the classroom.
I followed him.
“Don’t follow me.”
“The picture is pretty, so I saw it. I didn’t do it on purpose.”
Cha Sihyeon stopped.
“…okay.”
He seem a little relieved.
Cha Sihyeon, who was heading to the cafeteria, suddenly turned around.
“Why do you keep following me?”
“I’m also going to cafeteria to eat.”
HIs face turned red.
He started walking again, and the gap between us widened.
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I arrived at the restaurant.
I was having a hard time choosing between Korean, Chinese, and special dish today.
Chinese food is a dish that I have eaten once.
If I don’t challenge myself, I won’t be able to enjoy new things.
It’s better to choose between Korean food and special dish that I’ve never seen before.
For Korean food, I can eat various foods together, including beef bulgogi, japchae, pumpkin pancakes, seasoned mushrooms, cabbage kimchi, and soybean paste stew.
I wonder what the special dish called curry udon tastes like.
In the end I chose Korean food.
I go to school for this taste.
I started to going to school with the pleasure of building knowledge, but now I go to school for the pleasure of eating this meal.
The food grandpa cooks for me is salty, so this side is more palatable.
Yum Yum
“I’m quite used to using chopsticks now. I put my mouth full of dishes made with unusual noodles, vegetables, and meat.
It’s an interesting texture.
The crunchiness of the meat and vegetables harmonizes with the unique noodles.
“It’s not flour.”
I wonder what this noodles is made of.
Chomp Chomp
As I was eating, I suddenly remembered that I was going to ask Cha Sihyeon what application he was using.
The type of brush I use is not satisfactory, but at first glance, the brush he used had a quite unique feeling.
Not only it had various in size, but it also seem to have various shapes, so I really want to know.
‘Did he go back already? I can’t see him even if I look around.’
After lunch, there is only an hour of private class, and then we leave school immediately.
‘Maybe I’ll have to ask him tomorrow.’
With that in mind, I was going to try the soothing jangjigae this time.
At that time Cha Sihyeon came into sight.
I looked into his eyes, but he turned away.
I wonder if he is still angry.
“What did you eat?”
When I asked, he turned and said, faltering and pulling his chin.
“…curry udon.”
He doesn’t look angry, but rather embarrassed, and he happened to have eaten the dish I was curious about.
“Is it good?”
“Normal.”
“Normal…?”
“Just like any curry udon.”
I don’t know what normal curry udon taste like.
I wish he could tell me more details, but he does’t seem to want to talk to me.
As Cha Sihyeon was about to leave, I hurriedly called him.
“What’s the application you were using?”
“…what?”
“ The drawing.”
He put down the tray and covered my mouth.
