Van Gogh Reborn!

Chapter 234:

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It wasn’t there, but it appeared (2)

“Art class is not just about learning how to draw.”

“Really?”

“You also study how art started and how it changed in different forms, and you have time to understand the structure and logic of painting. You also learn about how art works in society and there is a subject on writing too.”

“Writing?”

“As you said, art is also a kind of dialogue.”

It’s different from the academy education I knew.

“If you go to art college, you’ll learn more things. You’ll learn classical arts like painting, woodworking, printmaking, and sculpture, but you’ll also be able to study techniques using photography or media. Art is also used in many places, such as interactive art, book art, therapy, and education.”

“What is interactif?”

I asked about the word I heard for the first time.

The principal Pusang told me it was interactive in English, but I still couldn’t understand the exact meaning.

Both of them seem like compound words, but I can’t grasp the idea by just understanding them as actions between each other.

“It’s literally an art that influences each other in real time. It’s also interactive when a dancer improvises to a musician’s performance.”

“Art that you do together?”

“That’s right. It’s where actions and actions meet. You can do it with the artist or with the audience.”

“With the audience?”

“Have you ever been to a music concert?”

I shook my head.

“It may seem like the musicians are playing a set performance, but it’s not always like that. If the audience reacts enthusiastically, they may play more boldly and excitingly.”

It seems like they communicate with each other in real time.

I want to know how to use it in art.

“I want to learn.”

The principal Pusang nodded and checked the clock.

“It’s almost time, but I’m curious what you want to do first when you leave that door.”

I expected him to ask me what my dream was, what my goal was, as the tutor told me to prepare, but it was unexpected.

“I want to eat first.”

The principal Pusang widened his eyes.

“I’m hungry.”

“Heh. You should eat something delicious.”

“I’ve been wanting to eat flamiche since last night, so I looked for a place that makes it well. There’s a famous restaurant near the Luxembourg Park, have you been there?”

A tart baked with lots of meat, chives, cheese, and butter flickered in front of my eyes.

“I know it well. Their Maroual cheese is the best in Paris.”

I trust him as a local.

I’ll have to tell Grandpa to have flamiche for lunch.

“It’ll be a great lunch. What do you want to do after lunch?”

“Go see a movie.”

“A movie?”

“It’s called The Castle of Gyeam. I drew the concept art. It’s opening today.”

“Oh. That sounds interesting. It’s based on a novel by Maurice Leblanc, right?”

“That’s right.”

“A great lunch and a fantastic evening.”

“I’m going to make a poster at night.”

“A poster?”

“I’m looking for someone to draw with.”

“I want to hear more. Do you need help? Or are you bored of drawing alone?”

“No. I’m comfortable alone.”

“Hmm?”

“I want to get various stimuli.”

“Stimuli. You have great artists like Grandpa and Henri by your side.”

“My future aunt told me that it’s better to get various stimuli than good ones. I thought it made sense when I thought about it.”

“Keep going.”

“Potato pizza is a perfect food both in taste and nutrition. Especially Marosone potato pizza is the best.”

“You like potato pizza.”

I nodded.

“But if you only eat Marosone potato pizza, you’ll get used to it someday. It’ll become familiar and comfortable and lose its charm.”

“Hmm.”

“So it’s better to eat potato pizza from various stores. You can find new joys every time.”

“Hehe. That’s an interesting thing to say.”

“There are many other good foods besides that. For example, the Flemish stew, the black bean noodles, the pork belly, or the shrimp meat that I mentioned earlier.”

Principal Pusang tilts his head.

I feel sorry that he doesn’t know those delicious foods, so I end up explaining the black bean noodles, the pork belly, and the shrimp meat until the time is up.

“Time’s up. Do you have anything else to say?”

“Would you like to draw with me, sir?”

“Me?”

“I’ll welcome you anytime.”

Mago, who came back after seeing off Ko Hun who finished the interview, returned to the exam room to tidy up the classroom.

She smiles at Nicholas Pusang, who is tilting his head.

“How was it?”

“He’s an interesting kid.”

“Right?”

“Hmm. He was a great gourmet.”

Mago blinked.

Nicholas Pusang lifted his head and chuckled.

“He said he wanted to have various experiences rather than good ones. What do you think, teacher Mago?”

Creativity and thinking skills were about connecting information and information.

Not only comprehensive arts like movies and games.

The world of quantum mechanics that requires philosophical thinking, electronic devices designed humanistically, therapeutic acts that touch emotions, baseball viewed from social science and statistics, and so on. Highly developed technology and culture were born from the encounter of unfamiliar disciplines in the past.

As it became more common to get inspiration from other disciplines for things that could not be solved by digging into one field, the importance of integration and convergence emerged.

“It’s not easy to think of that at his age. He’s remarkable.”

Pusang nodded.

“My grandfather thought the same. Usually, parents want to show their children good music and good pictures, but he was an artist, so he had a different idea.”

Nicholas Pusang considered the desire to show only elegant and refined things to children or students as the greed of parents or teachers.

The good thing of the parents.

The good thing of the teacher. He judged it as an act of forcing, so he helped the students to experience as many things as possible.

In the process, when the student found what he liked, he provided the best environment to satisfy his intellectual curiosity.

At the same time, he guided them to feel various knowledge, culture, and emotions.

‘You can’t not know.’

Nicholas Pusang smiled faintly, recalling the first time he met Henri Marso a long time ago.

A person who climbed to a high place had to know everything, Henri Marso, and Ko Hun, who wanted to be with many people.

He was curious how the two very different geniuses could get so close.

Pusang wrote Passe next to Ko Hun’s name.1)

Based on the original work by Maurice Leblanc.

Christine Norman’s movie was released worldwide simultaneously.

The master who made many movies a hit dealt with a steady seller novel that has been loved for a long time.

With a production cost of 200 million dollars, popular actor Timothee Chalamet played the lead role, and Ko Hun, the genius who rose as a star in the art world, participated as a concept art manager. The expectations for reached the highest level.

Ko Hun, who wanted to feel the atmosphere of the opening day, did not attend the preview and visited the theater.

He opened his eyes wide and looked around.

The theater was full of people, and Ko Hun, who was short, could only see the clothes of the people.

“Grandpa.”

“Hmm? Oh. I’m sorry.”

There were often cases where people pushed and stepped on each other because there were so many people.

“Do you want to watch it next time?”

“What?”

“Do you want to watch it next time!”

“We came all the way here.”

“There are too many people.”

Kosuyul, who was looking forward to watching the movie his grandson participated in, was disappointed.

But as Ko Hun said, there were too many people, and he thought his young grandson might get hurt.

The two of them groaned and barely got out of the theater.

They also struggled for a long time in the parking lot, and they were exhausted and had no thoughts.

“Let’s order pizza and eat at home.”

“That’s a good idea.”

Ko Hun complained regretfully.

“Why do they only show it in two places when there are so many theaters?”

“They’re considerate so that you can watch various movies.”

Gosuyeol explained the difference between movie theaters in other countries and France.

“When a movie made by a rich company monopolizes the screens, there’s less chance to see low-budget movies.”

“I see.”

“That’s why they usually limit the same theater to no more than three screens. It’s to accommodate people who want to see independent or art films.”

“They must have a lot of viewers.”

I thought there would be many people who watch independent films, since the theaters that operate for profit guarantee the screens.

“It depends on the work. Not all independent films are bad, and not all commercial films are good.”

“I see.”

“But the policy is to reserve a seat for anyone who wants to watch, even if it’s just one person.”

Ko Hun nodded.

Even if the theater loses money, they distribute the screens so that various films can be watched, which allowed the film producers to keep making new challenges.

The audience also accepted the films as they were, without discriminating between independent films and films that received a lot of investment, making it a country that respects diversity, and even a country of art.

The only regret was that I couldn’t watch the movie at the theater.

“It was my first time.”

“Huh?”

“Watching a movie at the theater.”

“Your first time?”

Ko Hun nodded and Gosuyeol asked in surprise.

“Didn’t you ever go with your mom and dad?”

Two years ago, when he asked what a movie was, I thought he had lost his memory, but the situation was different now.

I was puzzled that my grandson, who had regained his memory, had never watched a movie at the theater.

“I didn’t want to see Spongebob, which I’ve seen enough on Newtube, on a big screen.”

It was when I was born again and had no knowledge of the culture of movies.

I didn’t feel the need to go to the theater to watch animation, which I could easily watch on TV, tablet, or smartphone.

It was also because the movie that Gohaesung and Lee Sujin wanted to show their son was the theater version of Spongebob.

“Still, though. Your mom and dad worked in the movie industry.”

Ko Hun shrugged his shoulders.

He enjoyed seeing the concept art more than watching the movies that his parents participated in the production.

“Can I watch it tomorrow morning?”

“It’ll probably be better than now on a weekday morning. Check if there are any tickets left.”

Ko Hun took out his smartphone.

He installed the application and searched for for tomorrow’s date.

“There are seven tickets left for the first show, but the rest are sold out.”

“You better buy them right away.”

“I’ll do it.”

“Can you do it?”

“I learned from Si-hyun.”

Ko Hun, who had become familiar with the method of paying with his smartphone while purchasing the novel and drama , bought the movie tickets.

“Did you buy them?”

“Yes. I did, but.”

Ko Hun tilted his head.

“Can’t you choose your seat?”

“That’s how it is in France. The first person to arrive can sit wherever they want.”

“I see.”

Ko Hun realized why the theater was crowded with people.

“Was that why they were standing in line?”

“Yeah. If they could reserve seats, they wouldn’t have to fuss like that.”

People who wanted to watch popular movies in good seats lined up early.

Unlike the Korean theaters, where they could spend time around and find the theater according to the movie screening time, people had to flock to the theater.

“…I don’t care where I sit, as long as I can watch it.”

Ko Hun clenched his teeth, thinking that he might have to get up early tomorrow morning.

passe (F): pass

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