Chapter 265:

Chapter 265:

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Art Class (3)

“Yes, that’s what art is.”

Principal Pusang smiled brightly.

“Art is not just something beautiful and amazing. Nor is it something that has a profound philosophy or meaning.”

Some of the children tilted their heads in confusion.

The children who grew up in Paris, the city of art, must have seen a lot of artworks since they were young.

There were many artists who worked in France, as well as things that were plundered from other countries.

And there was also street art that could be found everywhere in the city. The children of Paris grew up in art.

That’s why they might not understand Nana and Pusang, who called their own drawings art.

“Teacher!”

“Tell me, Pantin.”Nêww chapters will be fully updated at novelhall.com

“Then what is art?”

“That’s a very difficult question. Actually, I don’t know what art is either.”

The children were puzzled.

“Haha. Don’t worry. There won’t be a test question asking what art is.”

At least not in the first grade.

“How do we learn if we don’t know?”

“We won’t learn. We won’t teach. We’ll just do it.”

Pusang took out an oil pastel from his desk.

“Let’s play with oil pastels today.”

Pusang and the assistant teacher gave each student an oil pastel set and a sheet of paper.

There were 20 colors.

“Pick your three favorite colors.”

The children picked their favorite colors without much hesitation.

‘Where.’

I first picked yellow and blue, and then fell into a brief dilemma.

I also liked green, but I could mix yellow and blue if I needed it.

If I had to add something, I needed a red color, and there was a very vivid red oil pastel.

It was similar to Schmincke’s cadmium red tone.

“It looks like everyone has chosen. Mia, what colors did you choose?”

“Orange, chick, and sky blue.”

“They’re all nice colors. Why do you like orange?”

Mia blinked her eyes and opened her mouth shyly, as if she couldn’t think of a special reason.

“Because it’s pretty.”

“Haha. Yes. It’s very pretty. Then what are some things that are orange?”

“A basketball.”

“A basketball! I didn’t think of that. Yes. There are orange basketballs. What else?”

“Uh. Slippers and carrots and pumpkins.”

“Good. You did very well.”

Pusang looked around the students and asked.

“Is there anyone else who chose orange?”

“Me!”

“Oh, yes. Pantin. What do you think of when you think of orange?”

“Sunset.”

“Yes. Sunset is also a very beautiful orange.”

“Me!”

“Jerome also liked orange. Yes. Jerome, what do you think of when you think of orange?”

“Roof!”

“That’s right.”

Pusang, I, and the other children all exclaimed softly.

Come to think of it, there were many buildings with orange roofs.1)

I wondered what he meant by asking us to choose our favorite colors, but it seemed like a time to explore the meaning and emotion of colors.

Mia thought of a basketball and slippers first when she thought of orange.

She probably liked basketball and had orange slippers at home.

Pantin, who thought of sunset, must have had a very good experience.

“Why are the slippers orange?”

“I thought of tangerines when I thought of orange.”

“There’s an apartment behind it. I heard they were going to demolish it because it’s so old.”

Arabi settled in and continued the story.

“Demolish? You mean another building is coming in?”

Grandpa asked.

“Well. That’s how it should be, but the construction company went bankrupt a long time ago, so it’s complicated.”

“Hmm.”

“If redevelopment comes in, the people who live there will have to go somewhere. But it’s not even that.”

“So you mean they’re demolishing it for safety reasons?”

“Yes. It’s dangerous to live there as it is. And it’s burdensome to move. The people who live there are in a dire situation.”

“If it’s like that, another company should jump in.”

“I don’t know. There are plenty of other places, but why would they bother with this one? There are empty houses everywhere.”

I don’t know for sure, but the building looks old and neglected. There’s no management company, and no new businesses are interested in moving in. Maybe it could be used as a gallery site, along with the former car dealership.

“Yes, yes. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Bang Tae-ho ended the call.

“We’re meeting tomorrow.”

Grandpa nodded.

“Stop by on your way home and take a look. You have to see it with your own eyes.”

“Of course.”

Grandpa and Bang Tae-ho looked at me.

I had a mouthful of chocolate muffin, so I just nodded.

“Then, take care.”

“Thank you.”

I said goodbye to Mr. Arabi and got in the car.

Lamahuk entered 162nd Street on the navigation, and it didn’t take long to get there.

“It’s close.”

“Yeah.”

“It’ll be easy to meet up with the kids.”

“Hmm. That would be nice.”

Most of the kids I hung out with at Dallida Square and Bugrenelli Mall lived in this Montmartre district.

If I built a gallery near Dallida Square, the playground kids would feel like they were going to the playground in front of their house.

“Here it is.”

As we got out of the car, we saw an empty building and a large parking lot.

It looked like it hadn’t been maintained for a long time, with broken glass and piles of trash. But it seemed okay to build a gallery.

“It’s turned into a dump.”

Grandpa looked around and clicked his tongue.

It seemed like the people living nearby were secretly dumping their trash here.

“How much is this place?”

“I’ll have to ask, but the price on the internet is cheaper than anywhere else.”

“There must be a reason why it’s not selling.”

Grandpa inspected the surroundings carefully.

It was a lot of money, and it was for my gallery, so he approached it more cautiously than usual.

I felt relieved, since I had no knowledge of land or buildings.

“As long as I don’t plan to resell it, isn’t it better if it’s cheap?”

“You never know what will happen. What if you have to sell it later?”

“That’s true. I could go bankrupt.”

“Kid. You should think about doing better and moving to another place.”

Grandpa always thought positively about anything related to me.

Moving to a better place.

That sounded like a dream that was too big.

As we were looking around.

“No way! Why do I have to do that!”

I heard a child’s angry voice and turned my head. Jacques was being held by someone.

1)There are two theories as to why the roofs of European houses are orange.

One is a hypothesis related to the material, which is that Europeans mainly used red clay with a high iron content to build their houses.

The speculation is that the iron in the clay oxidized and turned red when it was baked.

The fact that Eastern European countries with a lot of iron in their clay have red and orange roofs supports this.

Another hypothesis is that during World War II, they painted their roofs in red hues to indicate that they were civilian residential areas to the bombers.

But considering that the roofs were already red before the war, this might not have much significance.