Van Gogh Reborn!

Chapter 187: Awakening (5)

Chapter 187 Awakening (5)

“Is this for real? What do I do? It looks like it’s alive.”

“It’s a stuffed animal that died naturally.”

“How do you know?”

“It’s a characteristic of Damien Carter’s work.”

As soon as the Art Nouveau competition opened, Damien Carter’s <Farewell> received a lot of attention.

It was a work that stuffed a rabbit that died naturally in a glass box with formaldehyde.

The visitors showed a strange reaction to the exhibit that took the pose of running as if it were alive when it died.

The rabbit that was stuffed with delicate skills looked like it was alive, but it had no movement, so they felt a rejection.

Also, because they thought of death as something far away, they felt uncomfortable with the symbol of death that was placed in front of them.

But the image that captivated their eyes and the philosophy that penetrated deeply tied the visitors’ feet.

The gallery was so crowded that there was no room to step on.

“You are truly a master.”

Matt Brown, the merchandiser of the British Luxury Gallery, exclaimed.

“There won’t be any problem with winning as it is.”

“Ha ha. Is winning important? It’s enough if many people can see the work.”

Damien Carter said casually.

Matt Brown realized that he had made a slip of the tongue.

The winner of the Art Nouveau competition was already decided as the great artist of the 21st century, Damien Carter, participated.

Winning was a matter of course, and what was more important was that more people followed Damien Carter through <Farewell>.

“Come on, don’t stay here and go somewhere else.”

“Shall I take you to your accommodation?”

“What are you talking about? I have to see other works.”

Damien Carter took out his smartphone.

“Are you participating in the event?”

“Of course. Aren’t you?”

“Yes, well…”

“I don’t know who it is, but he had a fun idea. How can he stand it without filling this empty space?”

“I heard it was Michel Platini’s idea.”

“Michel Platini?”

“He’s the representative of the Marso Gallery. He used to be the chief curator.”

“Ah, I see. Marso’s exhibitions were always impressive. He had talent in this area too.”

“He’s too good to be in the Marso Gallery only.”

“Ha ha. Don’t say that. Even if he handles all the works in the world, it would be a sad thing if he couldn’t handle Henri Marso’s work, wouldn’t it?”

Damien Carter walked ahead.

Matt Brown couldn’t understand Damien Carter, who praised Henri Marso.

He admitted that he was a great painter and sculptor, but he thought he was only a promising artist compared to Damien Carter’s reputation.

‘Hmph. Henri Marso’s era?’

Damien Carter, who filled the gallery as soon as he opened without any publicity, was the artist who represented the era.

“Hmm?”

Matt Brown, who almost bumped into Damien Carter who suddenly stopped, was startled and looked up.

Across the street, people were lining up in front of a building with the SNBA logo.

The people waiting to enter were not cut off even behind the corner of the building.

“There must be a work there too.”

Damien Carter observed the surroundings with interest.

“No way. It just started, and there’s no way that many people would flock to it. Maybe it’s a place where they give hints?”josei

“Hints?”

“Yes. There’s also an event where they tell you the work and the artist if you answer the question.”

“Oh, then let’s go too.”

“Really?”

“It’s a festival, isn’t it? We have to enjoy it.”

Matt Brown, who loved British art and was aiming for Damien Carter’s exhibition next year, was flustered.

He volunteered to accompany him on this schedule to strengthen his relationship with him, but Damien Carter didn’t show any aura or seriousness of a great artist.

“What are you doing? Hurry up.”

“Yes, yes.”

As Damien urged him, Matt had no choice but to move his feet.

When Damien passed the entrance, Matt asked again in confusion.

“Aren’t you going in right away?”

“Everyone is in line, aren’t they?”

“…That’s.”

There was no way SNBA could stop Damien Carter, the most important person in the art world, from entering.

“Why. Do you need to go to the bathroom?”

“No.”

Matt swallowed his words and followed Damien to the end of the line. He had to walk for a while even after turning the corner of the building to wait for his turn.

“I’m really looking forward to it. Do you know? I was a quiz king when I was an undergraduate at Cambridge.”

“Really?”

“Ha ha. Don’t worry about the hints. They probably won’t give difficult questions for the sake of the event, and they’ll give them at a very common sense level.”

Damien didn’t hide his excitement.

Matt was flustered by the unexpected appearance of the master, and heard the conversation of the person in front of him.

“Whose work is it?”

“I don’t know. But it’s really amazing. Look.”

“Wow. Summer Winter? Is that the title?”

“Yeah. Do you know Alex? He turned off the broadcast because he was watching the work.”

“The money-making guy?”

“That’s right.”

Damien and Matt, who heard the conversation, looked at each other.

“It seems like it was an exhibition hall, not a quiz event.”

There was no reason to stay in one place for the Art Nouveau competition, where there were so many works on display, and they had to look for works to get the prize money.

That’s why even the gallery where Damien Carter’s work was displayed didn’t have a situation where they had to wait in line.

Matt couldn’t believe the conversation of the person in front of him.

“That can’t be. Master.”

He was about to say that Damien Carter’s work couldn’t do that, but he swallowed his words in an instant.

He couldn’t say anything rude to the respected master.

“Who knows. Maybe Bacon or Shara made a very nice work.”

“Ah.”

Matt thought that there was a possibility if it was another genius artist, Francis Bacon.

Although he was born in Ireland, he was also a proud part of the British Empire.

“I’m looking forward to Mr. Bacon’s work.”

“Ha ha. You have to know where it is. It’s so unique that you can recognize it if you just look for it.”

The two of them chatted for half an hour before they could enter the gallery.

The eight works on display inside the gallery were protected by security guards and safety lines.

But everyone was looking at one work.

Damian and Matt, who had expected to see the work right away, consoled themselves by appreciating other works.

“Ah! Teacher.”

“Oh. Is that Lucas?”

“Yes, it is.”

<The Wide Open Mouth>, which expressed the relationship between language and idea, was a work that revealed the characteristics of Lucas Schulte, a German painter.

“It’s always a powerful image.”

Damian nodded and admired <The Wide Open Mouth>.

But Matt was confused.

If so many people had come to see Lucas Schulte’s work, he could have accepted it.

He was also a great painter who had built a reputation for a long time.

But everyone who came into the gallery was looking at only one work.

Was it really Francis Bacon’s work?

If so, he thought that SNBA’s plan to exhibit the works of two masters in one gallery was wrong.

“It’s moving now.”

Damian moved his feet.

Matt also moved slowly and finally saw the work of the talk.

“…”

It was a rippling sea.

The fish, expressed by omission, were swimming vigorously.

The white foam caused by the collision of the fish school also formed a regular pattern.

When he looked closely at his face, the fish seemed to flutter and a mirage of waves occurred.

‘How.’

The mirage was not surprising.

What Matt could not understand was that a simple pattern caused one effect.

Matt felt heavy in his chest as he looked at the rippling sea. The endless waves felt unreachable.

Longing.

It was definitely longing.

“There was a reason.”

Damian Carter smiled and looked at <Summer Ripple>.

He was a master of modern art who had seen many works, but it was a long time since he had seen a painting that conveyed emotion so vividly.

“Look at the foam of the waves. Doesn’t it look like a brush?”

“Yes?”

Matt looked at <Summer Ripple> again.

The white foam, which was intentionally left with brush marks, looked like a brush as Damian said.

“I think those are the brushes of the artists who participated in the Art Nouveau competition.”

“…”

“Everyone pursues beauty, but they can hardly reach it. But won’t the waves made by those brushes reach the end of the sea?”

Go Hoon expressed his longing for his parents through <Summer Ripple>.

It was a work that contained the hope that one brushstroke, one brushstroke that missed his parents, even if he could never meet them again, could not reach them, would become a wave and reach the end.

To Damian Carter, who did not know the situation, the numerous brush marks seemed to express the artists who pursued beauty.

His sad heart was touched.

“It’s really amazing. I honestly thought I wouldn’t see a painting that conveys such a deep impression.”

“…Do you want to find out who the work is?”

“Hmm.”

Damian stroked his chin and opened his mouth after thinking.

“A bold but meticulous brush touch. A sense of effectively arranging a few colors. A composition that ignores perspective.”

Matt swallowed his saliva.

“Doesn’t it look like Vincent van Gogh?”

“Yes?”

“Ha ha! Just kidding. Come to think of it, I see Jim Warren in that pattern. The way he expresses his ideas is like conceptual art.”

“…”

“I think this work is probably the most notable work in this competition.”

Matt nodded.

He couldn’t guess who the protagonist of this work, which combined the post-impressionist van Gogh, the illusion art of Jim Warren, and the conceptual art and pattern, was, but it was definitely a work that would be talked about.

“I want to have it.”

Damian looked at <Summer Ripple> again.

**

As the opening day of the Art Nouveau competition was drawing to a close, the official website and SNS of the Art Nouveau competition were full of stories about two works.

One was <Summer Ripple>, which made people feel faint with the illusion effect, and the other was <Beauty>, which boasted a sublime beauty with an exotic color sense.

“Quick. Come and see!”

Cha Si-hyun, who was looking at the Art Nouveau competition app, urged Go Hoon.

“Just eat this.”

“It’s not time to eat pizza now!”

“What is it.”

Cha Si-hyun, who was frustrated, pushed his smartphone in front of Go Hoon, who was eating potato pizza on the sofa.

The real-time voting status was displayed.

2028 Art Nouveau Competition Voting Status

1st <Beauty>

Votes: 121,809(21.0%)

2nd <Summer Ripple>

Votes: 114,849(19.8%)

3rd <Breakup>

Votes: 110,788(19.1%)

Go Hoon dropped the potato pizza piece he was holding and opened his eyes wide.

“Second place! Second place!”

At Cha Si-hyun’s shout, Go Suyeol and Bang Taeho, who were exhausted and lying on the bed, jumped up.