Van Gogh Reborn! - Chapter 70
After eating, Ko Hun, who couldn’t overcome fatigue and satiety, eventually collapsed and fell asleep.
“So, no movie today.”
Ko Sooyeol, who was expecting to watch a movie with his grandson, hugged his grandson in regret.
He shook his head as he came out after laying Ko Hun in his bed.
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“Did you see his stubbornness?”
“Hehe. Yes, he looked exactly like teacher.”
“Ugh.”
Jang Mirae asked, organizing the table.
“It will be hard for Hun to draw concept art. Is that okay teacher?”
Drawing your favorite picture and drawing what others wanted are two different things.
Moreover, drawing concept art requires realistic description based on historical evidence, which was different from the pictures drawn by Ko Hun so far.
Jang Mirae confessed her innermost thoughts.
“I know you were against it when Hae wanted to do it.”
Ko Sooyeol sighed.
He thought about his one and only daughter, who was his life after he lost his wife early.
Ko Sooyeol, who excelled himself as an Artist, lacked in many ways as a single father of a child.
He thought everything would be fine as long as he was able to show good things, feed delicious foods, and buy expensive clothes for his daughter.
But he forgot to communicate with his daughter.
As Hae established herself in digital Art, the conflict between the two only intensified.
“I wasn’t against Hae doing digital Art.”
For Ko Sooyeol, everything related to art was equal.
He thought each of them had their own needs and values, such as painting, craft, visual design, industrial design, animation, and calligraphy.
He just wanted his talented daughter to take over his will as an Artist.
“It was just my greed.”
Korean art has been fixed in abstraction and stopped communicating with the public for many years.
There was a time when only works that could be understood only after listening to the Artists’ explanation poured out.
Apart from the value and significance of the work, such a trend resulted in art becoming distant from the public, and Ko Sooyeol developed his dream of taking Art to the public, as a painter while watching the process.
He entered University as a professor in the 1980s.
At that time the world of Art started revolving around Modern Art, which could be understood only by a certain elite section of the society.
Ko Sooyeol, who criticized the elite-centered way of thinking of modernism and made great efforts to break down the boundary between pure art and popular art.
Thanks to Ko Sooyeol and many other like minded artists, the Korean art world was able to abandon modernism, which was already an old thing in the Western Art world, which started their own style of new art.
Jang Mirae, who was well aware of her teacher’s achievements, nodded.
“I know.”
Ko Sooyeol and Ko Hae just had different ways of thinking about Art.
Ko Sooyeol thought pure art should be popularized, and the elitist-centered popular art shouldn’t be recognized as art.
Ko Sooyeol wanted his daughter to help him for the future of the Art world.
“Looking back, we never had a proper conversation. I just pushed my views, without thinking how she felt.”
The two, who were not friendly, were not good at conveying their feelings to the other person.
Still, Koo Sooyeol thought nothing would go wrong since they were a family, but the crack formed in the relationship of the father and daughter kept increasing over the years, and Ko Sooyeol realized this only after the big fight with his daughter.
He regretted not being able to talk things out only after he lost his daughter.
“Hun looks really happy.”
Jang Mirae asked sincerely.
“What about teacher.?”
Jang Mirae, who came to visit from time to time worrying about her teacher, was relieved to see the two having fun.
Ko Sooyeol, who was aware of that feeling, smiled softly.
” I am happy every day, watching Little Hun grow. Guess what – Hun has made a friend recently.”
“Really?”
“Yes. He asked me if it was okay to bring him home. Hahahah.”
Ko Sooyeol was so happy that he wanted to brag about his grandson making a friend.
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Lunch time.
I was going to try curry udon, but I gave up for today.
Today’s battle was whether to eat Japanese food consisting of omurice, chicken karaage, and radish pickles or Korean food consisting of Neungi Mushroom Samgyetang, chicken porridge, and mixed gourds
“Why didn’t you choose yet?”
Cha Sihyeon asked an inconsiderate question.
“I have to be careful. It’s an important choice that decides how I would feel today.”
‘What does Neungi Mushroom Samgyetang taste like?’
I have tried regular samgyetang, but Neungi mushroom is a food ingredient I have never seen before.
Would it be good?
Looking at the name and picture alone, I’m very attracted to omurice.
“I’ll go first.”
Cha Sihyeon chose the special menu.
“Oh.”
That’s an unexpected choice.
Certainly, I’m curious about the combination of hot dogs, wedge potatoes, and chicken salad.
“What does it taste like?”
“Like a normal hot dog.”
This guy is useless when it comes to choosing food.
After a long thought, I chose samgyetang.
At first glance, it looks like a boring food, but I don’t know it unless I try it.
When I took my seat after receiving the food, Cha Sihyeon sat across from me.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Without courage, you can’t experience anything new.”
I never thought they’d give me a whole chicken.
There are also a lot of mushrooms.
I wonder where to start eating this big one.
Although I have gotten used to using chopsticks, this will be a very difficult meal.
“…Okay,”
Cha Sihyeon nodded quite grimly and agreed with me.
First, I took some flesh of the chicken and put it in my mouth.
“……”
As expected.
It is not much different from samgyetang that I ate before.
The chicken meat is quite soft, but it tastes boring compared to the way it is cooked or fried.
That’s too bad.
This time I reached for chicken porridge.
I didn’t want it to be salty like my grandfather’s food, so I carefully put it in my mouth hoping it was seasoned properly.
I was disappointed when I moved my tongue the first time.
When I moved the second time, I opened my eyes to an unexpected deep taste.
After moving the third time, the tip of my tongue was filled with a subtle flavor of unknown origin.
Is this a mushroom samgyetang?
After swallowing, my body subsides calmly and becomes warm.
Let’s see. Now it’s time to try the soup.
When I blew the hot steam and took it to my mouth carefully, my mother’s warmth came to mind.
Behind the heavy scent of unknown identity, the greasy and seasoned broth wraps around my mouth.
What kind of dish is this?
My tired body seems to melt down as I take a sip again and again.
“I want to try.”
Cha Sihyeon showed a firm determination when I was thrilled with the blessing of Neungi Mushroom Samgyetang.
It seems that he is also challenging the food he has never tried before.
He took a big bite and chewed it vigorously.
“Is it good?”
“It’s normal.”
I’m glad I chose samgyetang.
“Don’t be disappointed if you fail once or twice. If you don’t give up and try, you’ll definitely get something.”
“Yeah. I don’t think I’ll draw well from the beginning.”
“……”
Why is the story suddenly about drawing?
“But yesterday,”
Cha Sihyeon mentioned yesterday’s conversation while I was eating the chicken porridge with an awkward mind.
“You said you’d copy my drawing.”
“Yes.”
“Aren’t you really good at drawing?Why are you copying mine?”
“Because it looked good.”
Cha Sihyeon blinked.
He doesn’t seem to understand what I meant by copying.
“I just wanted to learn because I liked your blue tree.”
“…I don’t understand.”
“I mean, drawing well doesn’t matter. If you draw what you like and copy cool techniques, your skills will naturally improve.”
“You can’t copy it, can you?”
“I can’t draw it in the same way.”
Cha Sihyeon shone in the eyes and asked.
“But I’m not good at drawing. I don’t know what you’re trying to learn by copying my drawing.”
He needs an example.
“I like paintings of Jo Sok, Picasso, Lautrec, and Grandpa,”
Cha Sihyeon tilts his head.
“Did you copy their drawings?”
“Of course.”
I continued my story, wiping around my sticky mouth.
“Jo Sok drew a picture of Sukjodo, and until I saw it, I didn’t know that the bird sitting on the branch would be so cute. I felt an emotion that I didn’t feel.”
Cha Sihyeon unfolded his smartphone and searched Sukjodo.
“So is your blue tree. I didn’t think about it at all until I saw your painting. It was a refreshing experience. I saw something that wasn’t in my head. After I saw your painting, I thought, ‘Oh, I like blue trees’.”
“Hmmm.”
“Looking at the painting is taking a glimpse at the artist’s own world. On the contrary, drawing is expressing oneself. There’s nothing great or lacking about it.”
How can there be high and low in thought and emotion?
Painting is just a conversation that shares different thoughts, perspectives, emotions, and experiences.
Another way of talking that deals with areas that cannot be done with letters.
“That’s why I have something to learn from your painting,”
I said, swallowing the soup.
When I heated my body with chicken porridge and chewed the mixed gourd, my mouth was full of life with a crunching sound.
“That’s the perfect combination,”
It has a subtle and deep flavor, but it is so much fun to have a somewhat boring taste with mixed gourds.
The person who made this combination of food should be awarded a prize.
When I left the classroom after the special class in the afternoon, Cha Sihyeon was waiting while holding his both bag straps.
He came as soon as the class was finished.
I guess he was in a hurry.
“Let’s go.”
“Yes.”
We went out of the building.
The man I saw for the first time walked in, bowed his head and said.
“Young Master”
I thought the class system had disappeared, but he acted like a person who was employed by the former aristocratic family.
“Hello”
I bowed to him with silent courtesy.
“That’s the boy I told you about yesterday.”
“Yes. The CEO asked me to say hello.”
“Hun”
Grandpa came up to me when he found me.
The man bowed to my grandpa.
“Good morning, Dean. I’m Jeong Jinho, secretary to the CEO of EI Party. The CEO sent me to say thank you for the invitation.”
Jeong Jinho gave grandpa a paper bag.
Grandpa smiled and shook his head.
“No, I’m hanging out with my grandson’s friend. Don’t need to thank me for that.”.
“Please accept it.”
Jeong Jinho said politely one more time, and grandpa reached out as if he couldn’t help it.
“You don’t have to do this again. Oh, you’re Hun’s friend.”
“Hello, I’m Cha Sihyeon.”
Cha Sihyeon greeted grandpa politely.
He is a strange child, but he knows a lot and has good manners, perhaps because of his strict family education.
“Yes. Yes. Thank you for being friendly with Hun.”
Grandpa too seems to like him.
“I’ll pick up by 5 o’clock.”
“…yes.”
Cha Sihyeon answered sullenly, perhaps because he thought he could only play with me for three hours.
“Why, why don’t you let him play a little longer? I have prepared dinner, so don’t worry.”
My grandpa’s words quickly brightened Sihyeon’s face.
Jung Jinho agonized and bowed his head when he saw Sihyeon’s desperate expression.
“Then I will convey it to the CEO. We look forward to your kind cooperation.”
Grandpa smiled and nodded his head.
I thought he was a mature child with dull emotions, but seeing his eyes shining while looking at me, I’m sure he is still a normal 10 year old child.
