Van Gogh Reborn!

Chapter 217:

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Between Art and Art (2)

It wasnt because he was foolish.

It wasnt because he was impulsive.

He couldnt bear it because he was pure.

His noble soul, who had built his own aesthetics, did not tolerate even a small stain.

He couldnt stand it without washing it off.

Not today.

Mr. Chevasson tried to dissuade him with affection and concern, while understanding him well.

Henri Marso left without answering.

Mr. Chevasson looked at the closed door for a long time and shook his head.

It was the age of passion.

Gert Karius, a prominent German cultural critic, named the cultural phenomenon that occurred in Berlin in the 2020s, centered on young musicians, Leidenschaft (passion, fervor *Leidenschaft).

The artists of the Leidenschaft generation were honest with their emotions and did not hesitate to reveal them.

Rather, they actively criticized and confronted the complacency of the elitist and narrow-minded art world.

An absurd phenomenon where music, literature, and art that even experts could not understand became art as long as they were recognized for their originality.

They rebelled by raising questions about the art world that had fallen into a mere topic of conversation.

A new generation that broke through the existing art world, which was full of nihilism, and emerged with endless passion and pure spirit.

Art that expresses emotions intuitively and feels easier.

Art that can be enjoyed without much effort by modern people who are busy with studying, working, and surviving.

Art that comforts them.

Art for everyone who struggles to live was the art of the Leidenschaft generation.

Henri Marso also showed a similar aspect to them.

His radical speech and action alienated him from the established generation, but he was ardently supported by people from their teens to their forties.

Young people who were oppressed at work, school, and home felt a little comforted by Henri Marso, who pushed his beliefs without caring about others eyes.

They were fed up with the society that demanded hypocritical behavior, so they liked Henri Marsos unadorned appearance.

They consoled themselves, who were isolated in a single room, by empathizing with Henri Marsos loneliness and distress that remained in various places of the portrait, unlike his usual confident appearance.

That was why people looked for Henri Marso and hundreds of self-portraits he painted.

Henri

Mr. Chevasson tried to stop Henri Marso, but on the other hand, he hoped that he was wrong.

Just as the established generation, who had sneered at Henri Marso as a 19th-century painter, could not criticize him recklessly now.

He also wanted to laugh at todays event and drink a glass of wine in the future.

Its time to burst.

He also thought that a turning point should come to the rotten art world.

In the market that pursued only form destruction, originality, and topicality, the public had no choice but to turn their eyes away.

In the shrinking market, young artists lost their seats.

Mr. Chevasson hoped that today, the pure anger of Henri Marso, or rather, the anger of all the willing artists, would destroy the cartel that had eroded the art market.

He just worried that Henri Marso might get hurt in the process.

Im getting old.

Mr. Chevasson chuckled.

He had been working for decades to straighten out the art market, but he gradually became cautious.

Was it because of his age?

Or was it because he couldnt solve it until now because of this moderate attitude?

Mr. Chevasson was troubled today between cheering and worrying.

Henri Marso, who came out into the hallway, gasped.

The muse was right.

He had suspected that there was some kind of alliance between Demian Carter and Jay Jopling, but he had no evidence.

He had to be careful not to act ahead of Mr. Chevassons warning, or he might face a counterattack.

Crack-

Henri Marso gritted his teeth.

Secretary Arsen would do anything to expose Demian Carters corruption.

He just needed a little more time, but the anger that had accumulated over the past few days didnt subside.

Writer!

An SNBA employee spotted Henri Marso and called out urgently.

Its your turn next.

It was time to receive a special exhibition award.

Henri Marso licked his tongue and entered the banquet hall.

I would like to thank the French National Art Association for giving me this opportunity. Thank you.

Gohun finished his acceptance speech.

Gohun, who had been stalling until Henri Marso came, frowned slightly when he saw him.

Henri Marso ignored the stares and stepped onto the podium.

Next, we have Henri Marso, the winner of the Art Nouveau Contest.

The guests applauded as the host announced his name.

Henri Marso looked around at the people who were watching him from the center of the stage.

Cameras filled the back seats, reporters crowded like hyenas, weeds and foul-smelling flowers pretending to be artists, and flies buzzing around them.

He felt nauseous.

Henri Marso glanced at Go Soo-yeol, Seo In-ho, and Ko Hun standing behind him, then faced the front.

You can tell if its a bee or a fly by looking at which flower it goes to.

The host was momentarily confused by his incomprehensible remark.

Henri Marso composed himself and opened his mouth again.

If you want to move the pot, look carefully. See whos emitting a rotten smell and whos a fragrant flower.

The media was not trustworthy.

The reporters were a bunch of money-grubbers who didnt care about the truth.

They were pests.

As he thought so, Henri Marso saw a glimmer of hope.

A small Korean media reporter, whom he had ignored at first, had sympathized with the wounded Art Nouveau Contest.

If there were any reporters with a purpose here, they wouldnt flock to the rafflesia that smelled of decay, but to the fragrant flowers like bees and butterflies.

Who are you referring to when you say they stink?

A reporter stepped forward.

If youre a bee, youd know without asking.

Henri Marso looked at Damien Carter with a leisurely smile.

I dont know about the flies. They think theyre flowers. They stick to them because they like the smell. They dont even know its a stench. They just rush to it because it looks the biggest in the world.

The people gathered at the awards ceremony sensed a strange current flowing between Henri Marso and Damien Carter.

What?

Is that Damien Carter Im looking at?

It was only a while ago that Henri Marso had cursed at Damien Carter.

The people couldnt help but think that there was a conflict between the two artists.

The reporters hurriedly intervened.

Please explain your earlier statement in more detail!

Is it true that you have a feud with Damien Carter?

Among the many questions, one from a British daily, The Sun, caused a stir in the audience.

Dont you think youre the one whos a pretentious artist?

The reporter didnt back down even when everyone was too shocked to say anything.

It sounds like youre talking about yourself, who became famous by plastering the Paris station with ads. Can you tell us exactly who youre pointing at?

Everyone in the hall was outraged.

The Sun was notorious for dealing with gossip articles and criticizing celebrities without any basis.

It was not something to say to the winner at the awards ceremony.

Youre impatient, Mr. Marceau.

Damien Carter kept his expression in check as he watched the situation.

If it had been a place where only the French media were gathered, no one would have dared to ask Henri Marso such a question.

But this place was also attended by several British media outlets sponsored by Jay Jopling.

You may think Im a rafflesia in your eyes. But to me, youre a flower that grew in a greenhouse.

Damien Carter judged that the environment praised by all of France had made Henri Marso more arrogant.

He revealed his hostility out of nowhere in a public place.

He couldnt understand how he could act so recklessly.

Speaking strongly doesnt solve everything.

Damien Carter was a spoiled rich kid who had grown up without anyones interference since he was young.

He just wanted to enjoy the process of learning about the world.

Every flower needs someone to move the pot. As you say, I might be a fly to you. But, can you reproduce without bees and butterflies?

There was no one to stand up for Henri Marso, who had always been hostile to the media and others.

Moreover, it was a situation where he had to tie the knot because he had brought it up himself.

Whether it was his past behavior or the recent swearing controversy, public opinion was overwhelmingly favorable to Damien Carter.

If he knew how to judge the situation, he should have backed off.

Your high nose will crumble.

Damien Carter leaned back comfortably in his chair.

Who? The old man who entered the Art Nouveau Contest even though he knew he had been admitted to the Salon.

Henri Marsos remark made Damien Carter lose his composure for a moment.

He almost revealed his emotions in front of dozens of reporters, something he hadnt imagined he would do.

Henri Marso scolded the people who were shocked.

The news of the SNBA Salon admission was broadcasted a month ago. He had plenty of time to cancel the Art Nouveau Contest. But he didnt. Damien Carter.

Henri Marso glared at Damien Carter.

Looks like you had a bad day today, Mr. Marceau.

Instead of avoiding the question, Damian Carter emphasized how angry Henri Marso was.

It was an act to make himself look like a victim and the other a perpetrator.

Bad news? Sure. I found out that you entered the Arnuvo Contest after winning the Salon Exhibition.

Henri Marso changed the topic again.

You could have withdrawn anytime since the Salon Exhibition was confirmed. Right?

Marceaus voice was somewhat furious, but it was clear.

So you must have resigned with some disgusting lies.

You.

Did you enter the contest as a backup plan? You, a great master?

As Henri Marso stepped down from the podium, the audience stirred.

The reporters pressed the camera shutter to capture Damian Carter and Henri Marso in one scene.

Was that not enough? You crawled in and took the prize? Have you no shame? Or do you think France. The Arnuvo Contest participants are a joke?

Henri Marso leaned in his face.

Did you think you could insult me, Henri Marso, and get away with it?

Damian Carter pretended to be calm, but he couldnt calm his startled heart.

He knew he was unhappy through Jay Jopling, but he never thought he would confront him in a public place.

He was too rational, and he couldnt understand or accept someone who moved beyond his common sense.

The moment he thought he didnt know what he would do, the flowers in the greenhouse became more threatening than anyone else.

Damian Carter made a courageous decision to uphold the spirit of the contest. Are you denying that?

Another kind reporter intervened.

Henri Marso turned his head.

The bastard who signed and took pictures in front of his work from the first day, what did he uphold?

The reporters who ran to anything that could be a topic were also appalled by Henri Marsos attitude.

Henri Marso was one of the most loved artists, but Damian Carter was also recognized as a master for a long time.

He was also respected for his character, and there was nothing to gain from criticizing him publicly.

Rather, he would face a backlash.

Why is he like that?

Is he sane?

Everyone was bewildered by Henri Marsos sudden behavior.

Thats too much.

Damian Carter showed a displeased expression.

I just went to check if the work was well displayed and thanked those who recognized me.

Really? Did someone give you a sapphire or something?

Damian Carter twitched his eyebrows.

So that was his plan.

He thought the ignorant young master was throwing a tantrum because he couldnt control his anger, but he was wrong.

Henri Marso made Damian Carter, who was protected by the image of a gentleman, the topic of the whole Europe in an instant.

He wondered if he was trying to frame him for using the Arnuvo Contest, but Damian Carter realized he was warning him.

It wasnt a warning to him.

It was a warning letter to those who sponsored the artist Damian Carter.

Theres no way he has evidence.

Damian Carter thought of , which he kept in his secret studio, and thought Henri Marso couldnt know the secret related to .

Moreover, he couldnt get that evidence either.

Hes good.

Damian Carter clenched his fist.

There was something he could do without evidence.

Henri Marso just mentioned the sapphire to give a warning to Damian Carters sponsors.

He said it was dangerous to keep sponsoring Damian Carter. He said there would be trouble soon, so they should let go.

The cartel that eroded the art world was wary of change and tried to eliminate risk, and they could easily discard individuals for that.

Especially if they were useless artists.

Right?

Henri Marso provoked Damian again.

He couldnt find the evidence, but he couldnt stand it, so he decided to strip Damian Carters face completely.

If you feel wronged, fight again. This time, put your name on it proudly.

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