Chapter 111

Chapter 111

"This?"

I turned to Uncle Bang's voice.

A work in which human silhouettes are overlapped in various colors was on display.

The silhouette has different directions, heights, and shapes, but it is so full that there is no gap on the 40F canvas.

Below the work, the title [Earth] and the name of the Artist named Matthias Jordo were written.

The color sense is very unique.

For the person underneath he uses color with high saturation, and the closer the person is, the darker it gets and creating a strange feeling.

By placing bright colors on the other side of the people who bring negative images, one can guess how the Artist Matthias Jordo feels about the people around him.

Who is this Matthias?

What kind of work has he done?

If Marceau puts it in such a great frame and hangs it in his favorite exhibition room, he must be a great Artist.

"What kind of work does this person have done, Uncle Bang?

I asked Uncle Bang.

"I don't know."

It's strange to hear that there is an Artist who is unknown to Uncle Bang who is more knowledgeable than anyone I know.

What do you think,

Henry asked as he approached.

I like it. Not only is it unique, but the Artist has also captured his point of view well. The colors are good.

I see."

"Mr. Marceau."

Uncle Bang called Henry, who was about to go back after asking a question.

"I've never seen this work before. How did you find it? It's the first time I've heard of this artist, was it released by an artist after changing his name?"

Henry shook his head when asked by Uncle Bang.

"I bought it at Florence Signoria Square."

The square?

He used to draw portraits with some paintings. Arsene, how much did you pay for this?"

"I remember 1,200 euros. He was a boy who couldn't go to school. He must be an adult by now."

Henry shrugged his shoulders and turned around with an odd expression,

Hieronymus Bosch, Raphael, Jean-Franois Millet, Claude Monet and grandpa.

Henry Marceau, who has collected works that will be recorded in history beyond the present time, is also keeping the works of an unknown artist.

"What about this?"

Uncle Bang pointed to the picture next to [Earth].

This is the first time I've seen this work.

It is a splendidly decorated red clock tower, with the top painted green and stars attached.

It's a building like a Christmas tree.

The title [Spasskaya Tower] and the unfamiliar name Natalya Ivanov were written below it.

"I bought this in Moscow last year. He's an art student, and he can't work during the semester, so he comes out to the streets and paints."

Arsene kindly explained this time again.

Most of the works displayed on the left wall of the third exhibition hall are said to be works by unknown artists.

"There are many works that we keep in the warehouse, but the works that piqued the interest of El patron are selected and displayed here."

This man really loves art, even though the dog-like personality is a problem, but at least thanks to this person, I think the art world has endured so far.

Buying works gave new artists the courage to make a living and challenge their next work.

Like Rousseau, who bought Millet's work

I can't take my eyes off Matthias Jordo's [Earth] and Natalya Ivanov's [Spasskaya Tower], which I got to see thanks to Henry Marceau.

Even if you look at it again, it's a work worth buying.

There are traces of deep thought about how to look independent.

It is a famous saying that all painters summarize the history of painting in their own way.

I also deeply agree with that statement.

Perhaps the Henry Marceau Museum of Art is a business to bring the words of Gilles Deleuze alive.

"We tried to prove El patron's position by exhibiting artworks from the past to the present and even the future."

Suddenly, unexpected words popped up and I didn't understand them.

"What do you mean?"

When Uncle Bang asked, Henry, spoke on behalf of Arsen.

"The purpose is to display the works that influenced me and the works that were baptized by me in one place."

It is the first time I heard a person other than a priest use the expression baptism.

Everything that's on display at the Henry Marceau Museum is what makes me."

"Uh So are you thinking of the museum itself as a piece of work?" asked Emily Lever, the prop manager.

"You understand quickly,"

I, Uncle Bang, Director Nolan, and the production team were bewildered and couldn't say anything when he answered that he considered the museum, like another self-portrait of himself.

He could have said To invigorate the art world. Or To give hope and courage to an unknown artist. Or For historical significance and so on.

But Henry Marceau brought up an unexpected story.

The idea that all the history of painting is centered on him is beyond arrogant its absurd.

I think Henry Marceau, who I've seen so far, is a person who can think like that.

Seriously, he can think that way.

When I think about it, it's scary, but at the same time, it looks amazing.

Lets pretend we didnt hear what he just said! Shouted grandpa in a loud voice.

When Nolan was working on a contract with Henry Marceau to rent a collection, I was eating a snack prepared by Sherry Gado with grandpa and Uncle Bang.

I'm a little full, but I can't give up the sweetness of Crme Brulee.

"He was a lot more amazing than I imagined."

Grandpa was furious hearing Uncle Bang's words.

With great effort, I stopped grandpa who kept saying he would go back right away, because he was in a bad mood, and now it started again.

"How can a person be so arrogant? Bang, are you okay with that? What? Baptism? Works? I can't give my painting to such a place!"

Uncle Bang calmed Grandpa.

"The intentions are strange, but what he intends to do is good, right? At least because of him, many artists can continue their work."

"I'm just saying it because his intentions are impure!"

Grandpa doesn't seem to be able to accept Henry Marceau.

Obviously, he didn't want his painting to be part of the Henry Marceau Museum of Art, but my painting would be part of the Marceau Museum.

And when I think about it, I don't feel so bad.

"It means that Marceau was influenced by my work, right? Even grandpas work."

"Yeah."

"I thought he was a man who didn't approve of anyone except himself. But he is rather honest, so I think thats the kind of person he is.

It is absurd to say that the artists who influenced him were baptized into his world, but I do not want to deny him.

On the contrary, it is strange to think like that.

He is completely self-centered. The one who influenced him, the one who got influenced by him, he thinks they are all expressing him. Its as if he thinks that the whole world revolves around him."

It's weird when I say it out loud.

"It's strange, isn't it?"

I nodded to my grandfathers question.

He really is a strange guy.

(To be Continued on June 27{MON} )

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