Van Gogh Reborn!

Chapter 169: Eroica (5)

Chapter 169 Eroica (5)

I’ve never seen anything like this before.

“…”

I was captivated by the golden color that Henri Marso showed me.

It was more elegant and refined than any color I had ever seen or imagined.

I never thought there could be such a beautiful golden color.

“What is this?”

“It’s from your country.”

“I don’t know.”

I looked at the work that Henri Marso was working on again.

It was a painting of many people following behind Henri Marso, who was wearing a pure white cape.

It was the first time that Henri Marso had painted someone else.

The faces of the people were not yet finished, but they were all familiar faces.

Michelangelo, Raphael, Titian, Caravaggio, and other great painters recorded in history.

I was there too.

Now that I saw it, it seemed that the farther away they were from Henri Marso, the older they were, and the closer they were, the more recently they were born.

He wanted to say that he was at the forefront of the history of painting.

It was a rather arrogant idea, but I couldn’t deny it.

Every painter summarized and continued the history of painting in their own way.

“Here.”

Henri Marso brought a bowl with something in it.

It seemed to be the paint that he used to express the end of the cape, the shoes, and the light.

“What is it called?”

“Orpiment.”

“…Orpiment?”

Henri Marso took out a sheet of paper and applied the orpiment.

It was a very bright and clear yellow.

"Marco Polo recorded that the armor and tents of Genghis Khan shone like gold."

“Genghis Khan?”

“The first emperor of Mongolia.”

I had heard about the Mongol Empire in history class. He was a great conqueror, but that was not important.

I listened quietly as Henri Marso continued to explain.

“Also, in the Chinese chronicles, it says that orpiment comes from three islands in the southwest sea of Baekje, and if you collect the sap in June and apply it to the utensils, it shines like gold.”

He applied the orpiment several times as he spoke.

The bright yellow gradually covered the utensils.

"Although it was clearly recorded as existing, no one knew where to find it. Then, in the 90s, it was discovered that it grows in Korea."

I had a lot to learn, but I would have known if it was really famous.

“Recently, it seems to be used more as a health food ingredient than as a paint.”

Henri Marso added.

Unlike me, who had focused on the composition for the past few months, Henri Marso seemed to have focused on the color.

Color was an element that contained emotion in itself, and it should not be neglected.

This work was meaningful just by using the orpiment perfectly.

And with his unique delicate description, it was worthy of being called a masterpiece.

I couldn’t help but envy his talent, even if I didn’t want to.

“It’s amazing.”

“Of course.”

I borrowed his brush and applied the orpiment myself. The color changed depending on how many times I applied it.

It also changed color as it dried.

It was not a paint that could be handled in a day or two.

It was not unreasonable that Henri Marso had not done any other work while dealing with this.

I decided to ask Bang Tae-ho to get it for me when I returned to Korea and learn it calmly.

“You.”

Henri Marso spoke to me while I was having fun.

“You?”

“What did you paint?”

“The sea.”

Henri Marso frowned.

“I painted the sea with waves.”

“What is that?”

I wanted to explain in detail, but I didn’t know how to explain it in words.

“Give it to me.”

“I don’t have it. I gave it to Malo.”

“Give it to me.”

“If you want to see it, go and ask him to show you. I’ll tell him.”

It was not fair to hide it only to myself, after showing him such a great work and telling him about the unknown material.

I had to tell Malo to show him the Summer Wave when Henri Marso came.

“Don’t joke. Do you think I would go all the way there to see your painting?”

He said that, but I knew he would go.

“…Huh?”

It was my sunflower sign.

I didn’t notice it because I was distracted by Henri Marso’s new work, but there was a sunflower sign that I had given to the fans in New York on the table.

And it was in a very nice frame.

“Why.”

Henri Marso turned around.

He quickly ran over and hid it when he saw me looking at the sunflower sign and him alternately.

“How do you have it?”

“What?”

“My sign.”

“It’s not your sign.”

“Yes, it is.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Did Malo make the frame?”

“No!”

He got angry when I asked out of curiosity.

“So how did you get it? Did you buy it?”

“I didn’t.”

“If you want it, just ask me. Why did you pay money for it?”

“Shut up.”

“And you asked Malo for the frame too.”

Henri Marso’s eyes flashed.

“Get out!”

I won.

Ding-dong. Ding-dong.

The bell rang.

It seemed that lunch was ready.

I hurried my feet.

A little later.

The lunch that Sherry Gado prepared was excellent as always.

If she ran a restaurant, I would go all the way to Paris just to eat her food.

I had a happy time for about two hours, but Henri Marso just glared at me with a sullen expression.

He didn’t know how valuable and precious this moment was, being happy.

“If you’re done eating, get out.”

“Did I come here to eat? How can you be like that?”

“Anyone can see that you came here to eat. Where do you think all that goes? Huh?”

I think I overate a little today.

“Do you want ice cream?”

“Yes.”

Sherry Gado gave me a scoop of matcha ice cream as a treat. It was a perfect finish.

Sherry Gado scolded Henri Marso.

“Henri, you should get along well with your friend.”

“Stop it. I’m tired enough without that.”

I was also a little tired from fighting for hours.

I was a bit embarrassed after having a great lunch.

I hadn’t fought with anyone like this since I was born again, but I didn’t want to lose to that guy.

It’s not because I think of him as a human trash or a jerk. On the contrary, I think of him as a really cool leader and a sublime artist.

But I don’t know why we always end up fighting.

“When will the yellow ochre painting be finished?”

“Next week.”

It’s not a big canvas, only 30P.

It just takes a long time to express the unique color of yellow ochre and depict it in detail.

“If you want to see more, go to the gallery.”

“Are there more?”

“Yes.”

I have to stop by the Marso Gallery before I go to Vienna, Austria.

“How long are you staying? Come and play tomorrow.”josei

“Don’t come.”

“My grandfather has some work to do. I think I’ll be here until this week.”

“I see. Come anytime. I’ll always have blueberry tart ready for you.”

“Why do you bother to prepare that?”

“You don’t have to. I’ll contact you when I want to come. Oh, this is a gift.”

I took out the dasik I bought as a gift from my bag.

“Don’t take it.”

“Oh my. How pretty. What is this?”

“It’s misutgaru dasik. You can think of it as a Korean traditional dessert.”

“The color is so beautiful.”

“It’s good with tea.”

I also gave a box to Henri Marso, who was peeking.

“Don’t think you can win my favor with this.”

“Then don’t.”

“When did I say I don’t like it?”

Sherry Gado brewed black tea for us to eat the dasik she gave us as a gift.

When I ate it with my grandfather, I had it with oolong tea or green tea, but rooibos tea blended with raisins and cocoa also goes well with it.

Henri Marso, who has a picky taste, also eats it well.

“Then you’re going back next week.”

“No. I’m going to Vienna.”

Henri Marso, who was eating dasik, turned his head.

“Why there?”

“To see Gustav Klimt’s paintings.”

“…That’s fine.”

He nodded his head as he picked up another dasik.

He must admit Gustav Klimt.

I thought he was a great person because Jiwoo Kim praised him until his mouth dried, but it’s hard to wait to feel the emotion.

Honestly, I’ve seen the images a few times by searching a little.

“Where are you going?”

“Belvedere Museum.”

“Go to Secession too.”

“Secession?”

It’s German.

It means separation, and when I searched, it was explained as an art movement centered on Austria in the late 19th century.

The building that the people who led it made together is also called Secession, but in Korea, it is translated as Separatist.

“What’s there?”

“Murals.”

Henri Marso explained kindly for a rare occasion.

“The Vienna Secession pursued comprehensive art. They did not stop at exhibiting works, but considered space, music, and movement to decorate the exhibition hall itself as a work of art.”

It seems like most of them do that these days, but the beginning was the Vienna Secession.

“The beginning was Max Klingler’s Beethoven bust.”

“Ludwig van Beethoven?”

“Who else is there?”

Henri Marso ate another dasik and said.

“They all did that then. It was a trend to make works that praised Beethoven. The artists made one or two.”

“Okay.”

“Anyway, back to the point. When they put the Beethoven bust that Max Klingler made in the middle of the exhibition hall and looked at it, they thought it wouldn’t be bad to dedicate the whole exhibition hall to Beethoven.”

It’s about setting the theme and planning.

“Then Klimt painted murals on the walls.”

“It must be a great work since Marso explained it so kindly.”

“It failed.”

“…?”

"But the fact that it’s a masterpiece doesn’t change. Have you heard Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony?"

He shook his head and Henri Marso looked at him as if he had seen a mouse hit by a carriage.

“What have you been doing all this time?”

“I might not have heard it.”

“What can you do? You’ve heard it, but you don’t know it?”

“I haven’t heard it.”

“Arsene. Arsene!”

Henri Marso shouted, but Arsene, who was always by his side, was nowhere to be seen.

“Damn it. Where did he go this time?”

Without Arsene, Henri rang the bell nervously.

Someone else came in.

“Find a performance of Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony and book it.”

“Okay.”

“You can find it on YouTube.”

“I have to listen to the live performance. …No. Go to Berlin. That’s the best.”

“You said your grandfather has work to do.”

“Just go after it’s over.”

“I don’t even know when it is. I can’t stay long in Vienna.”

“Why.”

“I have to go to school.”

It’s been a long time since school started.

I’m barely filling the limit to go up a grade.

Marso looked at me with displeasure and shook his head.

“Don’t you have to explain it to understand it? What’s the relationship between Klimt’s mural and Beethoven’s symphony?”

“It’s a work that expresses the Ninth Symphony.”

I thought it was a work that commemorated Beethoven, but it seems not to be such a simple painting.

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1)Eastern Travelogue

2)Mr. Jung Soon-tae discovered it after studying the poem ‘Yellow Ochre’ by Dasan Jeong Yak-yong.

Source: The Mysterious Pigment ‘Yellow Ochre’ Revived After a Thousand Years, Weekly Dong-A, 2001.02.17, Reporter Choi Young-chul.

I wrote this story with reference to the above article.

3)Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony in D minor Op.125.

It is a song that contains peace and humanity, and is commonly called choral.

It is a song that has been with world history since its premiere, and Wagner said, “The era of symphony ended after Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony,” which had a great influence on later musicians.