Van Gogh Reborn!

Chapter 116

Chapter 116

"Ta-da!"

Aunt Mirae also gave me a present.

It's a horizontally long hexahedral box, and I don't know what it is.

"Thank you."

"Untie it,"

Aunt Mirae shines her eyes more excited than me.

This situation is a little strange because most of my birthdays were only Theo and me, before I left for Arles.

When I opened the package, a blue electronic device appeared.

"Isn't it a Playbox?"

It seems like Uncle Bang knows about it.

"What's this?"

"A game console. I heard it's very popular these days?"

It seems to be an electronic device for playing.

I look around at the box, but I don't know how to play.

It's a portable game console that Playbox released 10 years after its visual appearance. It's an ambitious work that Uni made with great effort. It must have been hard to get it because it's out of stock everywhere."

"I know."

Listening to Uncle Bang's explanation, it seems to be a very valuable item.

Aunt Mirae smiled as she pressed the tip of my nose.

"Studying is good and drawing is good, but playing is also important."

Shes right.

Arles' natural scenery inspired me, but there was no exchange as it was in the countryside.

At that time, it was impossible to know how the art world worked.

Although I did not regret living there, I overlooked the importance of information and communication.

Although I heard the big news through Theo, I had no understanding of what masterpieces were born at the time and who painted what paintings.

It is also true that it protected my individuality and made me completely independent, but I had fewer opportunities to encounter good works.

Since there was a lack of conversation with others and only one-sided conversation, it is natural that I was not recognized in my lifetime.

Vincent van Gogh could not have existed if it wasnt for my brother Theo and my sister-in-law Johanna.

Without Theo and Johanna, who connected me with the world, Vincent van Gogh would have been forgotten.

In order to get information and form a consensus, there must be at least a story to enjoy together.

That is the culture.

As I started to experience the culture of paintings, I realized so many things I didn't know, so I think I need to experience the play culture of this era.

Aunt Mirae is also giving advice with that thought.

"It will be helpful,"

Aunt Mirae said seriously as she conveyed her thoughts.

"It's kind of like you to think only about painting, but there are times in life when you should come out of your world."

"When?"

"When you're tired from working hard. There are times when you want to rest for no reason, and sometimes you just don't want to work."

".."

"Everyone needs to rest, thats why hobbies exist, but your hobby and job are painting, so you might not know what to do when you want to rest."

I drew even if I was sick, and when I wanted to rest, I got angry at myself for being lazy.

If I couldn't finish the work I was supposed to complete that day, I took off my clothes on a cold day and poured cold water on my body as a punishment.

I just sat in front of the canvas if I could not conceive any idea.

What aunt Mirae is saying is something completely different to what I have done so far.

"You must rest to work healthy. For the sake of your body and mind, it's important to eat good food and sleep well, and it's good to forget the painting for a while to cool off your head."

"As your aunt said, you can do good work only if you rest well."

Grandpa asserted Aunt Miraes words.

"You have to concentrate when you work, but you can't live long if you just push yourself like that."

The concept of resting is not a crime, that Grandpa and Aunt Mirae said felt a little unfamiliar.

I was nothing without painting.

I existed without meaning if it wasnt for painting.

Because of that thought, I felt anxious if I didn't work, and no matter how painful and difficult I was, I couldn't let go of the brush.

I thought I should take a rest, and I wanted to take a rest, but I didn't dare to take a rest because I didnt want to waste the living expense given to me by my younger brother by taking a rest.

I thought that I could not rest and and should not rest because the workers who were oppressed by a heartless society and peasants who were losing their homes were not resting.

"I'm not good at drawing."

Ko Hun nodded.

It's all right. I like your picture.

Really? Where? What do you like?"

Ko Hun hesitated for a moment.

Sihyeon's paintings were honest and unpretentious.

Although stereotypes remain, it was good that Cha Sihyeon had his own style of using colors.

While watching many difficult and serious works, Ko Hun suddenly felt good when he encountered the freshness in Sihyeons drawing.

Ko Hun after a small pause spoke.

"I like the crayons you use"

"Thats just saying I'm bad at drawing!"

Cha Sihyeon yelled.

Ko Hun laughed and soothed his friend, while Ko Sooyeol, Bang Tae, and Jang Mirae burst into laughter.

"Come on, come on. Let's eat."

Ko Sooyeol stopped the two children, who were arguing.

In the kitchen, there was a birthday table prepared by Ko Sooyeol.

Soybean paste stew carefully boiled with coriander, Korean beef, and garlic leek, salad, and water kimchi bought with beef are prepared together.

"Oh, my. Did you prepare all this by yourself?"

"I just bought the ones they sell."

But this is not good enough. Hun, it's Korean beef. Korean beef."

"Korean beef?"

Ko Hun blinked.

"It's been a while since I've had beef. Professor, I'll grill it.

"That's all right Bang. You're a guest, so please take a seat.

"How can I do that? Give it to me."

"Oh, Teacher. You're calling Mr. Bang casually, when did this happen?"

Jang Mirae interrupted the conversation.

"That happened after a while."

"Then why do you keep using honorifics while calling me?"

Ko Sooyeol looked at Bang Tae for a while and then opened his mouth.

Because I'm close with Bang.

What?

Hahaha!

It's not something to laugh about. How can you say that you're closer to Mr. Bang than me, who you have known for more than 10 years. I'm really upset."

Jang Mirae became sulky hearing Ko Sooyeol's joke.

It was disappointing to see Ko Sooyeol, who had been her teacher since she was a freshman in college, called her with honorifics just because they worked at the same university.

"Lets talk about that later. Sit down now.

I can't!

"Professor, I'll grill it."

"Mr. Bang, get out of here!"

"Hahaha. Professor Jang sometimes gets angry like this. Dont mind it Bang.

"Teacher!"

While the adults quarreled, Ko Hun only looked at the wrapped Korean beef.

"It looks delicious."

Ko Hun turned his head at Cha Sihyeon's words.

"Is this good? Isn't it beef?"

"Yeah, beef. Beefs are really good."

"more than pizza and jajangmyeon?"

"Maybe?"

Ko Hun was even more troubled by his friend's words.

(To be Continued)

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