Van Gogh Reborn!

Chapter 66

Chapter 66

I dont know what he want to do by meeting with me.

Why did he want to meet me uncle Bang.?

He seems to have said that he has a favor to ask you, so he would like to talk to you about that in detail tomorrow."

Uncle Bang showed an e-mail on his smartphone.

Director Christine Nolan's letter to the WH Art Museum account was quite polite and cultured.

Grandpa, who saw it with me, breathed out a small sigh.

Mr. Bang. Schedule a meeting at tomorrow afternoon. Hun will come to the WH Art museum on his way from school."

Yes.and

Of course, you should also take part in the meeting."

Uncle Bang nodded at grandpa's words.

Uncle Bang left the house again, and soon the potato pizza arrived.

I washed my hands and took a big bite with reverence.

"Grandpa."

What little Hun.?

"What do you think about today grandpa.?

Grandpa hesitated for a while.

Good. What do you feel Hun.?

Grandpa said without expressing his true feelings.

Maybe he doesnt want to ruin my mood.

I am confused grandpa.

Grandpa squeezed garlic sauce on the pizza.

Where should I start?

Grandpa brought out my honest feelings.

Keep going.

"I'm glad that my painting got sold at a high price. I don't have to worry about eating and living."

I put down the pizza I was holding.

But at the same time, I also wish that more people could look at my paintings. I want to prove that nothing is wrong with paintings that can communicate and empathize with the audience. I want to talk to more people through my paintings,"

Grandpa nodded and I continued.

Doesnt this feels Wrong. One painting of an elementary school kid costs 16.3 billion won, while 100 million won is enough to hire an outstanding person for a year. Is my work really worth the amount of money that a person should earn by working and saving for 163 years.?

Grandpa also put down his pizza.

After a brief moment of pause, grandpa started talking with a soft voice.

Little Hun is really smart."

..

"Let's talk about one thing first."

I nodded.

"Some Artists are mistaken. It's a case where they deceive themselves by believing that they're doing art."

I'll have to listen a little more to understand.

I have never thought I was doing art. I'm a painter not an artist."

A painter.

I think I know what my grandfather wants to say little by little.

"Who do you think makes art?"

"The audience."

Grandfather opened his eyes wide and laughed quietly.

"That's what Grandpa also thinks. Art is not decided by an artist or critic, but by the person who feels it."

At the same time as my grandfather, I also took a bite of pizza.

"Do you remember the time when I refused selling my painting to Henry Marceau.?

Yes grandpa."

At first, I thought he didn't want to sell it, but grandpa didn't sell a single painting in the past nine months, compared to his reputation.

Not only to Henry Marceau, but also to others who wanted his paintings.

"I hate that jerk, but that's not the only reason."

Grandpa moistened his throat with coke.

"When I was young, I was just happy when I saw rich people going crazy about my paintings and buying them for millions and billions of dollars. But, you know what? I couldn't find where the painting I had drawn at that time went."

Maybe, Collectors are hiding it in their homes. Or, as in the past, paintings may have been used as a means of speculation or tax evasion.

For those who have power and money, painting is just a small amount of money.

"My reputation has grown, and people who want to buy my paintings are ready to give me more money. But none of them have actually seen my paintings. People didn't talk about my paintings, they just wondered how much my paintings were sold and who bought them. I felt something was wrong."

Grandpa put down the pizza.

I closed my eyes and shook my head.

I felt remorse from that appearance.

"Hun, Grandpa thinks there are great paintings, but there are no great painters."

There is no great painter.

"Since the subject of art lies with the audience. Art is not about doing it. It works."

As soon as I heard the long agony that grandpa expressed, I couldn't say anything.

"Well, that's good. We don't have time today, so Lets see one tomorrow. Is there anything you want to see?"

"No, I just want to see how it is."

Grandpa tilted his head for a while and soon understood.

I think he thought I forgot about the movie because of my amnesia.

"Do you want to see my grandpa's favorite movie?"

"What's the name of the movie grandpa.?

The worlds fastest Indian. Its a movie about an old man.

How can an old man be described as the fastest in the world?

Just hearing the title makes me wonder what it is about.

"All right."

"That's the way it should be. Let's fry popcorn, too."

"Popcorn?"

As I learned how to watch a movie from grandpa, I arrived at the WH Art museum.

Uncle Bang greeted me warmly.

"Professor, Hun. Come this way.

Is he here already Mr.Bang?

"Yes, he's in the waiting room."

There is five minutes left until the appointed time, and it seems that he was waiting.

When I opened the door, a middle-aged man and two men turned their heads.

The middle-aged man was Christine Nolan, whom I saw at the auction.

"Hello, Nice to meet you.

His voice and tone showed off his dignity.

Nolan greeted my grandpa, too.

"It's the first time I've seen you in person. Im Christine Nolan."

"It's Ko Sooyeol. Nice to meet you."

I sat down and thankfully, the staff at the museum brought me a drink.

Seeing the coke in glass with five ice cubes makes me feel better even before I drink it.

After a sip, Christine Nolan spoke.

"You must have been surprised at my sudden request, weren't you?"

"I wasn't surprised. I was just wondering whats going on."

At my honest answer, Nolan grinned.

With a relaxed smile, his eyes are straightforward.

I can feel wisdom and pride.

"Actually, I wished to see you in person since I was a big fan of your work. I want to relieve my regret that I couldn't buy [Frost wheat field].

"Oh."

"I heard you drew it in a day. How was it actually?"

"It took about half a day to put it on the canvas, but I've been thinking about [Frost Wheat field] for quite a while."

At first I wanted to draw Golden Wheat Field, but I changed my mind as I spend my days with grandpa.

"I've thought about it for almost a year,"

Christine Nolan raised his eyebrows and tilted his upper body forward a little.

"I tried quite hard to express the [Frost wheat field], and it took me a long time to express the windy winter night sky."

Christine Nolan nodded and looked at the man standing next to him.

He handed Nolan a thick bunch of paper.

Nolan put the thick paper on the table.

"Do you like movies?"

"No."

He opened his eyes wide.

Even if he looked relaxed, he made an expression that seems to be surprised.

"I haven't seen it, I'll seeing one tomorrow. I'll let you know when I see it."

"Oh,"

Nolan laughed and pushed a bunch of paper.

"This is the script for my next year movie. If you're interested, please read it."

On the cover, the title L'Aiguille creuse catches my eye.

Hollow needle?

I can't get a sense of what the title alone is about.

"And if."

I looked up at Christine Nolans words.

If.after reading reading the script, if you wish to draw a picture, please contact me."

As I turned my head since I couldn't understand what he meant by drawing a picture after reading, I saw Uncle Bang with his eyes wide open as if they would pop out any moment.

Trivia

The world's fastest Indian

2. The Hollow needle