Van Gogh Reborn!

Chapter 160: Summer Waves (6)

Chapter 160 Summer Waves (6)

After breakfast, I went for a walk around the villa with Grandpa and Cha Si-hyun to digest.

As we walked along the road, we came across a place called Hwang Young-jo Memorial Park.

As we passed the park and went down a bit more, the view suddenly opened up.

It was a harbor called Chogokhang.

As expected of a harbor, there was a small village and a few shops like supermarkets and fish restaurants.

There was no one around.

I thought there would be a lot of people near the beach in the summer, but it didnt seem so because it wasnt a beach.

Theres a trail ahead, and when it was first built, people used to come here quite often.

He added that it was already 10 years ago.

The entrance with the sign Chogok Cave Candle Rock Road looked lonely with the paint peeling off here and there.

Its beautiful.

Cha Si-hyun ran ahead and leaned on the railing toward the sea.

The sea breeze that pierced through the heat was quite cool.

As I walked along the trail that followed the coastal cliff, I felt relieved of my worries.

There was also an observatory on the rock facing the sea. I wondered what kind of view I would feel from the high place.

I felt a sense of liberation.

My heart swelled at the sight of the scenery that spread out without anything blocking it.

The shallow waves that swayed and broke on the rocks and then created ripples, or the horizon that looked peaceful in the distance, were amazing.

I wanted to capture it on a canvas.

I didnt walk much and a bridge that connected the cliffs came out.

Cha Si-hyun and I stopped at the same time.

Why?

We cant go.

Cha Si-hyun nodded in agreement.

The bridge was shaky enough, and the center was made of glass so that the bottom was clearly visible.

If we crossed that place, we would surely have an accident.

Are you scared?

Yes.

Grandpa tried to stimulate my competitive spirit again, but I didnt want to do anything reckless that wasnt related to painting.

I answered quickly and he laughed.

Shall we go back then?

It would be nice to relax in the air-conditioned wind after eating and walking.

I decided to draw the sea after lunch and turned my feet.

***

I moved my brush while watching the endless waves.

I didnt have any particular goal for now, I just wanted to capture the sea. I made and applied countless blue, green, and white colors and drew the waves that swayed.

It was an act that I felt nothing but liberation and tranquility while emptying my head, but I felt something rising in my chest.

The sound of the waves that came back again and again even though they broke.

Each wave, though it left no meaning, surely touched the rock.

This cliff must have been made by those small waves since a very long time ago.

Thanks to the seas heart that continued to break and head for the rock.

I stopped the brush.

The mind that completed the painting with countless brush strokes and drew a small wave with one hand movement resembled the sea.

Even if no one recognized it, the act of repeating the painting resembled the waves that hit and hit the rock.

The waves are just phenomena, and only the sea and this cliff are real.

Yet, the waves completed this coast.

Am I touching?

Am I swaying?

Am I getting closer to their hearts that are as solid as this rock cliff?

I should stop drawing here today.

The next day.

I got up early and headed to the observatory with a canvas, an easel, and a paint bag.

I havent found a way out of the worries that Ive been continuing since yesterday. As a result, the painting only contains the scenery.

The hardest thing to do when painting is finding myself.

I think that finding a new technique that no one has ever used, or a unique composition, are all things that come naturally after I firmly establish myself.

I want to know that wave.

Splash- splash-

I want to capture that sea that resembles me on the canvas.

Its also a way to copy this beautiful scenery perfectly. The people who see the painting will feel differently, so showing it as it is will not be bad.

But I want to draw the faintness and compassion that I felt from that wave.

Yes.

I want to express myself who is shaken by the movement of that sea.

I want to feel the joy of someone recognizing it again.

Maybe everyone who participates in the Arnuvo contest is the same.

An experience that makes the audience feel a similar emotion to me, or even if not, makes them think once.

So its hard.

Hoo.

I was hungry from thinking a lot.

I turned my head to look forward to what I would eat for lunch, and Cha Si-hyun was painting the sea with a blue oil pastel.

He looked serious with his mouth clenched and his eyes shining.

I watched him without disturbing him because he was focused, and he drew a line with a black oil pastel on the boundary of the sea and the sky.

I taught him how to use the tools as detailed as possible, but I tried to reduce the words because I might force him to draw in a certain way.

Its not something Im familiar with, so I cant say that expressing the boundary with a black line is bad.

Cha Si-hyun probably knows that there is no such line in reality.

And the painter can draw anything that doesnt exist in reality.

Cha Si-hyun turned his head.

He saw that I was looking at his painting and quickly covered it.

No. Im not done yet.

Lets go eat. Im hungry.

He nodded his head as I smiled and asked him to go up. As we walked to the villa with the canvas, the easel, and the paint bag, Cha Si-hyun said something I agreed with.

The sea is hard to draw.

Its very hard.

I cant find any clue.

Why?

It doesnt stay still.

It makes sense. The swaying sea surface wont let me capture the moment.

Right. Thats why the paintings of the sea are only in the paintings. Youll never see that scene again, right?

Then Ill have to take the coolest picture and draw it.

For Cha Si-hyun, who still had a lot to learn, drawing from a photo was also a necessary process to learn the skills.

But this is serious.

Ive been drawing the sea from yesterday to this morning, but I dont know what kind of waves Ive captured.

I drew what came into my sight as I thought about the sea, the waves, and the cliffs, so I dont like it.

To express the waves, I used to apply a lot of paint, wait for it to dry, and then apply another layer, but I wont be able to meet the deadline.

I cant use this canvas.

I used to think this was a waste, but Ive become extravagant.

How much did you draw?

Cha Si-hyun asked me, so I showed him the canvas.

I didnt draw anything.

Why? Isnt it all done?

This is a doodle.

He looked at mine and his alternately and stuck out his mouth.

Cute guy.

Its not a good enough picture to submit to the contest.

If I dont give up even if the progress is slow, the image will surely come someday.

I would gladly sit in front of the canvas for that joy.

Many times and many days.

***

Jerome Kerbier opened and closed his lighter repeatedly.

Jerome, who worked as a critic and an artist at the same time, was performing the duties of the secretary-general of the association, recognized for his long career and wide human relations.

The administrative affairs of the association were delivered to the board of directors through him, and he was trusted, so most of the matters he passed were passed without any major problems.

The SNBA secretary-generals business card was the only pride that supported him, who was a mediocre critic and an unpopular artist.

And Henri Marso took it away.

Click- click-

Jerome had admired him, who had everything as a painter, a sculptor, a businessman, and even his appearance.

He felt the difference between talent and environment every time he, who was 10 years younger, presented his work, and tried not to be conscious of it.

Instead of revealing the jealousy that was rising, he praised him first and showed a bold appearance to the people around him.

He even flattered him if necessary.

Click- click-

Anyway, he was a different person from himself.

He thought it would be enough to take a very small benefit while treating him properly, who made the association prosper.

He was satisfied with the Antermittang system, which was a small favor for those who were eager.

It was enough to look a little more humble than what he did to Henri Marso.

He felt a little comfortable when he faced them with a more contemptuous expression than Henri Marso, who looked at him like a worm.

But.

Everything was ruined in a day.

The attendance request from the police.

The complaint was filed, so come and get an investigation.

Thud-

He couldnt lose everything like this.

Jerome Kerbier got up.

He hurriedly got in the car and headed for the mansion of the Marso family, located in the Senar forest.

Yeah. Itll be fine if we talk nicely.

He was the one who defended him even when more than 3,000 association members denounced and came out against Henri Marso.

He believed that he would understand if he admitted his mistake and begged, looking at his loyalty.

Jerome called Henris secretary Arsen.

-Yes. Mr. Kerbier.

Oh, Mr. Arsen. How are you?

-Tell me your purpose.

Haha. Well I want to see Director Marso, where is he now?

-If you want, Ill make an appointment for you a month later.

Jerome Kerbier frowned.

Its urgent, so Im asking. Can you check with the director?

-Im sorry, but I cant do that. Its available from 10:30 a.m. to 11 a.m. on September 17th. Do you want to make an appointment for then?

No. Its okay.

He hung up the phone and stepped on the accelerator.

He was originally a person who was hard to make an appointment with, but it was clear that Henri Marso had instructed him to do so.

He drove the distance from the association headquarters on Rue de Svres to Henri Marsos mansion, which took about 50 minutes, in 40 minutes.

Director! Director!

He knocked on the mansion door without thinking.

He had no other choice but to know that his voice would not reach the building from the entrance.

Meanwhile.

The mansion manager, who found a man making a fuss at the entrance through CCTV, reported the situation to Arsen.

Arsen confirmed that Jerome Kerbier had visited and sighed.

What should we do?

Ill take care of it.

As Arsen decided to politely send Jerome away, Henri Marso, who was walking around the estate, approached the entrance on the CCTV screen.