Chapter 108 (1) - The Mysterious Art Museum

Chapter 108 (1) - The Mysterious Art Museum

I turned my back silently as I watched Lea explaining something, holding her brother's hand.

A painting that only satisfies me has no meaning.

No, thats too definitive.

Among famous paintings, some were painted for the artist's own satisfaction and were recognized as masterpieces only later. But that doesn't make them immediately happy for someone else.

What meaning is there for me if people I don't know find happiness in my work after I'm dead?

Paintings that bring happiness to people. What should I paint?

Walking quietly away from Lea's house towards the cathedral, I stopped upon seeing the forest path where I had walked with a child.

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Come to think of it, Ive never visited the art museum twice in a day.

Can I dream again if I go back?

Maybe watching Monet will give me some clue?

The strange art museum, Lucid dream, always gave me hints.

After hesitating at the crossroads for a while, I eventually started walking towards the museum.

As I passed through the forest path, I worried about wild animals jumping out, but its unlikely to have dangerous animals on a path where young Lea walks alone.

I cautiously walked very slowly, keeping a lookout, and finally reached the museum. The entrance was slightly obscured by tree vines, making the building hard to notice from the side. Staring at the kiosk on the first floor, I took out my wallet from my back pocket and approached it.

The ticketing machine was still in Korean.

If I buy a ticket for one adult...

Then, something touched my leg.

Having been tense all the way walking through the forest, I was startled and screamed, stepping back.

Ahhh! Get away!

I sat on the rock sofa, watching the painting and put Lea on my lap.

Lea, isnt that painting beautiful?

Mamma mia!

A familiar expression. What does it mean? Anyway, it must be an exclamation.

Lea, do you remember the painting we saw last time? The one with the woman holding an umbrella.

I mimicked holding an umbrella, and Lea nodded. I pretended to fall asleep and said,

When that painting appears, we'll dream again. Let's talk then, when we do.

She must understand the part about falling asleep, but the rest might be unclear to her. However, Lea nods in agreement, still focused on the painting.

"Wow."

"Ooh!"

The child exclaims in pure wonder with each change in the painting. I smile fondly at Lea's reactions.

Her big eyes sparkle as she gazes intently at the paintings.

I can't remember the last time I admired a painting so purely, without analyzing it.

Perhaps the least able to enjoy art in the world are the artists themselves.

I was smiling at Lea's profile when she suddenly pointed at the front and shouted.

"un attimo!"

Turning my head, I see the woman with the parasol projected onto the wall. She must have understood what I said earlier. Wrapping one arm around Lea, I spoke in a soothing tone.

"Close your eyes and relax your body. It's going to feel dizzy."

Lea looks up at me with round eyes, then mimics my posture and closes her eyes.

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