Chapter 86

Chapter 86

At 1 p.m., an hour before the presentation ceremony, we arrived at the Whitney Museum.

John Carter provided the route in advance and fortunately we avoided the congestion.

All the other arrangements have been made and there is only one thing I have to do.

Uncle Bang went to greet people and grandpa was talking to his friends.

I had nothing to do, so I went to see [Shadow].

There were a lot of people who recognized me, but they didn't rush in like outside because they were in the exhibition room.

Anyway, I think there are more people who came to see [Shadow] than yesterday.

I can't see it.

Sihyeon inflated his cheeks.

He jumped because he wanted to see it somehow, but it was useless.

I want to feel the wonder again, but I wonder if I can see it properly before I leave here.

Let's go see something else.

Okay.

While walking around the exhibition room with Sihyeon, I suddenly noticed Ferdinando Gonzalez's work.

Unlike other works that are hard to see, the two wall clocks were considered objects that had been here since the beginning.

What the hell does this mean?

Yesterday, I didn't think enough because I was busy, but now that I think about it I don't know if it can be called art just by placing ready-made products.

I don't understand what that action means, and I don't understand his thinking of showing factory-produced goods as his work.

By the way, I wonder what the two wall clocks that move together mean.

Hmm?

Unlike yesterday, when it moved perfectly together, now the left clock is slightly late.

The difference is less than a second at most, but the difference is clear.

And there is a subtitle that didn't exist yesterday.

[Perfect lovers]

I dont understand the act of having no title and only a subtitle, but these two clocks seem to symbolize lovers.

Does he want to talk about a lover who spends time together?

Curiously, there was no docent to explain this work.

Sihyeon, who was thinking with me, got bored and headed to another work.

I don't think I can deduce anything out of this work anymore.

As I was about to step aside.

A man came near and stood in front of two untitled wall clocks.

He was so tall that my neck hurts when I look up at him.

Its Ferdinando Gonzalez?

Ferdinando Gonzalez, who was introduced by the NewTube channel Alex Factory.

He was wearing a white mask and his hands were deeply inserted into his pocket.

He turned his head and grinned.

He crouched down to meet my eye level.

The large thick nose, deep eyes, and strong muscles surrounding a large skeleton showed off his masculinity.

Hello?

I nodded my head.

I tried to shake hands with pleasure, but he didn't take his hand out of his pocket.

He seems to be a person who cares a lot about hygiene.

Nice to meet you. It's Ko Hun, right?

I can't exactly see his expression because he was wearing a mask, but his eyes indicated that he was definitely smiling.

Nice to meet you, too.

It was very cool.

What?

I asked him if he had seen my painting at the Whitney Museum, but he answered with a serious voice.

Damn. I never thought I'd see Marceau bleeding. It was a very strong image.

He laughed looking at me.

He's really a unique guy.

The slight difference between the two clocks bothered me, so I turned my head towards the work.

I'll answer after I show you the painting. I've been holding it in for too long.

Visitors and viewers who were tired of the long wait responded gladly.

Ko Hun grabbed the cloth, took a breath, and removed the cloth vigorously.

The painting of a strong-faced child appeared.

Anxiety felt from determined eyes and slightly frowned eyebrows.

A heavy stroke of brushwork, use of vivid complementary colors.

It was reminiscent of the paintings of Vincent van Gogh.

""

The tension in the hall cooled down.

Obviously, it was an incredible painting that looked like Vincent van Gogh painted himself.

It was a good work with a unique texture created by melting oil pastels and painting them like paint.

Whether in a good or bad sense, Ko Hun, who was always associated with Van Gogh, drew it himself, so neither reporters nor visitors nor art workers didnt know how to react.

Van Gogh?

Can he do that?

The venue began to stir, and dark clouds hung over the faces of Michael Ping, John Carter, and Whitney Museum officials.

Henry Marceau's face was twisted.

His lips twitched and a fit of unbearable anger flowed out.

What the f*ck is this?

Henry Marceau also saw a side of Vincent van Gogh in Ko Hun.

Nevertheless, the reason why he loved his paintings was that, unlike the composition that left an oriental margin that was not easily seen, the way in which the brush was used larger and more freely, and the use of brilliant color expression and complementary colors.

Ko Hun's painting, completed in this way, was so intense that he could feel it without trying to understand the work.

Just like the masters of the 19th century.

However, this was just a hoax.

The moment Henry Marceau couldn't resist the anger, he kicked the chair and stood up with his eyes shaking

It's a method that I found through many failures, but I don't know if it's really okay.

Will my voice be delivered to them?

Is it possible to approach it as Ko Hun, not Vincent anymore?

I thought and thought about what was the most efficient way to express those thoughts.

I tried to peel off the paint and make a new painting appear underneath it, but it was impossible, and I just didn't want to express it pictorially.

A more dramatic effect was needed to peel off the image created in the past.

So, I chose the best I can do now.

I took out the knife I had put in my pocket.

Huh?"

Someone's exclaimed voice came from the audience.

This is an expression of will.

I shouldn't hesitate.

I held the knife and cut the upper part of the painting.

SLASH

I threw away the knife and held the paper that was cut open.

It can't be torn easily with the canvas that I usually use, but this thick drawing paper ripped when I put strength on it.

Through the space where the old self-portrait was peeled off like a rag, the second painting that was hidden under the self-portrait a sunflower, appeared.

As I turned around choosing rough breathing, people with wide eyes and mouths wide open came into view.

Henry Marceau, who was standing at the forefront, had an expression that he had never been shown before.

Perhaps he was surprised, he just stood up and stared at [Mask].

John Carter, Michael Ping, and Ferdinando Gonzalez, who was sitting on the left side of the stage, opened their mouths in unison

Awesome!

The entire hall got filled with the sound of claps.

(To be Continued)

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