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Children of a New Country (3)

The reporter was taken aback by the harsh words.

What do you mean, this is your salon exhibition How can you tell them to get lost

Thats random

Whats with the temperature difference between Hoon and Henri

I know Hoon is so fluffy but Henri looks exhausted

Its hard to raise a kid. If you let them play with a dog, the dog gets tired too.

You played with them a lot

I dont think thats it.

Then what?

Anyway, its not. My brother is not domestic at all.

While the viewers made various guesses, Ko Hun stepped in.

He couldnt sleep.

There must be a big reason why Henri Marso, who was meticulous about self-care, couldnt sleep.

The reporters recalled that , the winner of the Arnuvo competition, was one of the series, and wondered if it had something to do with the development of the wall-breaking project.

The reporters pointed their microphones at Ko Hun and poured out questions.

Is it because of the finished piece of Beauty that you said you would reveal at the salon exhibition?

Is it related to the wall-breaking project?

Ko Hun shook his head.

We watched a drama together yesterday.

A drama?

The reporters blinked.

They wanted to hear what Henri Marso, who vowed to revolutionize the art world, had done for a week.

They were surprised to hear that he stayed up all night because of a drama.

But there were also many who were curious about the daily life of Henri Marso, who had never exposed his private life under strict security.

Dont talk nonsense.

As Henri tried to stop Ko Hun, one reporter didnt miss the opportunity and asked.

What drama did you watch?

Blood Mark.

It was the title that Ko Hun had mentioned several times in his interviews and TV appearances.

Some of the reporters also wanted to know what kind of drama it was, but it was hard to figure out the content because it was a drama that was not available overseas.

How did you watch it when its not yet available in France?

Well, it was amazing. There were no subtitles, but I watched it.

As Ko Hun looked up at Henri Marso, all the reporters followed his gaze.

Henri Marso, who had a stern expression, looked flustered for a rare moment.

Whats going on?

What happened?

Ko Hun also asked along.

What do you mean what happened? I just watched the screen.

Henri Marso tried to get out of his seat, but the reporters wouldnt let go of the biggest factor of this SNBA salon exhibition.

When did you learn Korean?

Ko Hun asked again.

What do you mean learn? I dont know.

What do you mean you dont know? You understood everything.

Ko Hun was sure that Henri Marso understood the drama completely.

He showed reactions that only someone who knew the story could do, such as sympathizing with the main character or swearing.

Come to think of it, you sometimes come to my broadcast and chat, and you seem to understand.

I dont know what youre talking about.

Ko Hun stared at Henri Marso and spoke in Korean.

I spit in your coffee this morning.

Henri Marso twitched his eyebrows.

He wanted to grab him by the collar and shake him, but he was too proud to admit that he learned Korean to watch his internet broadcast.

Ko Hun narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth again.

You didnt know that the male leads father and the female lead dated in the past, did you?

Henri Marsos eyes widened.

Are you crazy! Why did you say that!

Hmm.

Henri Marso took the first step.

Do you know him?

I know him well.

It was surprising that Marso knew someone well.

Are you close?

No.

Of course.

How do you know?

It was 2013, I think. I saw his work and started preparing for the breakthrough.

It was 15 years ago in 2013, and he must have been deeply impressed to remember the year.

It was enough to make Marso come up with the idea of a breakthrough himself.

What kind of work was it?

With an excited heart, I entered the exhibition hall and felt a shiver run down my spine to my head.

Oh my God.

There was a house in the exhibition hall.

The three-story house was translucent, showing the inside as it was, and the interior had various rooms and furniture made of the same translucent material.

As I approached, I realized it was cloth.

It was a house made of very thin cloth.

Thats impossible.

How could this be possible?

It looked like the modeling I saw on the computer during the graphic work of the movie , but it was overwhelming to face it in reality.

I must have opened my mouth without knowing.

I came to my senses and checked the explanation.

The title was .1)

Like any contemporary artist, the title was not limiting the appreciation, but opening up the room for thought.

But the shock and emotion I felt when I faced the work were beyond words.

Ive seen it countless times.

Marso opened his mouth.

I never felt beauty in installation art before I saw this persons work.

It was amazing enough for Henri Marso, who had a critical eye for works, to praise.

It was not only the aesthetic beauty, but also the way Seo In-ho expressed his own philosophy.

No matter which direction I looked, I could see the outside and inside of the house, and even the furniture, I could tell how they were structured.

It was more grand and refined than any work I had ever seen.

I couldnt imagine that such a work could exist until a moment ago.

Even more, there were people who went inside the and looked around.

The work was not simply expressed in three dimensions, but existed, and I could understand why Henri Marso was able to conceive the breakthrough thanks to Seo In-ho.

I followed Henri Marso into the .

What do you think is the best way to show culture?

It was a question with a fixed answer.

I couldnt think of any other answer with this work in front of me.

A house.

Right. He said he started to express the cultural shock he felt when he moved to the US.

Indeed, a house was the most vivid trace of a person.

It was the space where everyday life took place.

The architectural style that had a long history and changed, and what furniture was inside, what shape they were, and where they were placed, everything was a trace.

I also showed myself through .

A room was a means of showing me as intuitively as a self-portrait.

And he expressed it by sewing and draping very thin cloth.

I couldnt help but admire.

I hadnt seen many works, but it was more shocking and exciting than any contemporary art I had encountered.

1)I used Seo Do-ho and his work as a motif.

Seo Do-ho (1962~): A representative artist of Korea.

He started to attract attention from the late 20th century and is now a world-renowned master.

He held several solo exhibitions at the Whitney Museum Philip Morris Branch, Tate Modern Gallery, Seattle Art Museum, etc.

The Los Angeles Art Museum and the Texas Houston Art Museum bought and exhibited his works.

*Please visit them once.