Van Gogh Reborn!

Chapter 189: Awakening (7)

Chapter 189: Awakening (7)

Chapter 189 Awakening (7)

How could this happen?

The Art Nouveau Competition was a dream stage that Henri Marso and the French National Art Association had organized with astronomical costs.

It was an opportunity for poor artists to unfold their own artistic world in a stable manner, thanks to the enormous prize money.

And for the successful artists, it was a place to test their current status while reaffirming their aesthetics, because of the anonymity.

Who knows how many people worked hard for their dreams, for art, and for the 21st century Renaissance?

But there was a plagiarism in the competition.

And it was getting the most support from the people.

It was impossible.

It was an insult.

It was an indelible insult to those who prepared for the Art Nouveau Competition, those who participated in it, and those who visited it with love for art.

And to Henri Marso as well.

Crack-

I had no idea how Henri Marsos work had leaked through what route.

But Henri Marso, who drew himself with historical figures as the background, was more focused than ever.

The countless sketches piled up in his studio and the time and effort he spent to perfectly utilize the orpiment paint were the proof.

But.

This plagiarism had only turned the central figure around, and took away everything from Marso.

Why?

Cha Si-hyeon asked.

Bang Tae-ho looked at me and my grandfather with a puzzled expression.

He wouldnt know why me and my grandfather were flustered, since he didnt know the situation.

If it wasnt plagiarism, I would have felt the same impression as when I saw Henri Marsos work, because it was such a great work.

Whats wrong?

Pla.

Before I could say plagiarism, my grandfather put his hand on my shoulder.

It seems like we can talk after we find out what happened.

I thought we should contact SNBA as soon as possible and take down this disgusting plagiarism, but my grandfather seemed to think that finding out the truth about this incident was the priority.

Is there a problem?

My grandfather nodded at Bang Tae-hos question.

We need to meet with the association people.

He took the confused Bang Tae-ho and Cha Si-hyeon and left the gallery.

My grandfather quickly contacted the SNBA people and I called Henri Marso, the victim and the biggest victim of this incident.

***

Henri Marso, the hero of the French art world, was very pleased after checking the voting status.

The sublime orpiment that contained the light and dark contrast reminiscent of Rembrandt and the oriental mystery.

The first painting of the <Beauty> series, which revealed his ambition to open a new era, was leading the way.

What the hell is this?

It looks like a religious painting.

The light expression between the clothes and the figure is really artistic.

It feels like a messiah.

Its classic, but is it orientalism? What is that gold color?

Caroline Strick said it was orpiment.

What is orpiment?

I dont know.

But who drew it?

I dont know.

It seems like he emphasized that he was a transcendent being by setting it as a back view.

Am I the only one who is curious about who drew it So who drew it?

Do you think hell tell you when theres a prize?

Honestly, the only person who can use gold color so well is Henri Marso.

Henri Marso?

His eyes are emerald and gold is his point. <Marsos Jewel> is representative.

Now that I think about it, the central figure looks like Henri Marso?

Does Henri Marso have a reason to participate?

Lol, hes not going to eat the prize money he made.

Then is it a tribute to Henri Marso?

2222 This seems right. It seems like a tribute to the Eroica of the French art world.

Dont talk nonsense. Who would submit a tribute to someone else in a competition that could turn their life around?

But he really did a great job.

The people who used their collective intelligence guessed that the central figure of <Beauty> was Henri Marso.

Some of them even named Henri Marso as the author of <Beauty>, but they didnt get much sympathy.

Because Henri Marso, who liked to be noticed, wouldnt hide his participation.

If he was a terrible narcissist, he would have drawn the front view, not the back view.

There were also those who argued that the reason for drawing the back view was to arouse curiosity, but they didnt get much credibility because they didnt have any solid evidence.

Hmm.

Henri Marso smiled as he watched the reactions of the art enthusiasts. Surprisingly, some of them recognized his identity.

But most of them didnt believe their words.

He wondered what kind of reaction they would show when the protagonist of <Beauty> was revealed by showing the second and third paintings together on the award day.

Vroom- Vroom-

Then, the smartphone that his secretary Arsen had vibrated.

Arsen checked the caller.

Sir, its Go Hoon.

The cheeky brat must have seen <Beauty> too.

He had shown him the second painting of the series before, so he wouldnt be able to tell who drew <Beauty>.

He must have been surprised.

Henri Marso, who had overcome his inferiority complex due to the talent gap and became confident, answered the phone.

Did you see it?

-Yes, I did.

Go Hoons voice was very urgent.

That made Henri Marso even happier.

How is it?

-What do you mean how is it? You have to take it down quickly. Why are you so relaxed?

Henri frowned and looked at his smartphone.

What are you talking about?

-Why are you sitting still when theres such a plagiarism on display? Anyone can see that its following Marso.

Henri blinked his eyes three times and turned his head.

He couldnt understand what Go Hoon was saying, so he gave a glance to Arsen for confirmation.

Arsen shook his head.

What did you eat wrong?

-Dont you know? Beauty. Beauty. The one thats winning the competition right now.

Go Hoon was puzzled.

He couldnt understand why Henri Marso was so calm even though his work had been stolen.

He had no other explanation except that he hadnt seen <Beauty> that was submitted to the competition yet.

-Check it out quickly. I dont know where it leaked from, but its exactly the same as Marsos work, except for the composition. The frame looks like Pierre Malo made it too, check it out.

Henri was dumbfounded by the story.

What did you pick up again? Why is that plagiarism?

He looked like he had eaten something weird in the morning, only looking at delicious things.

Henri Marso scolded Go Hoon, recalling how he had caused a scene after eating a dessert with alcohol at Go Suyeols comeback party.

-Youre saying its not plagiarism?

Yes.

On the other hand, Go Hoon couldnt understand the situation when Henri Marso said it wasnt plagiarism.

He firmly believed that he would never participate, so if <Beauty> wasnt plagiarism, there was only one possibility left.

-Could it be

What do you mean by could it be?

-No. That cant be.

What do you mean by that cant be?

Henri Marso regained his composure and leisure.

He was satisfied to see that he couldnt accept that <Beauty> was more loved than <Summer Winter>, just like his old self.

-Its not, right?

Thats right.

Go Hoon was silent for a while.

He wondered if he had given too much shock to the young kid, who was arrogant but still young.

-Its not.

Yes. You dont want to admit it.

-Its not!

Henri Marso felt sorry for the young genius who had never failed and always been noticed since he was young.

He had talent, effort, and love for art, but he didnt seem to know how to act when he met someone better than him.

He intended to teach him the proper way to deal with it as an adult.

You might have thought you were the best, but thats a delusion.

-

I also wondered why this moment came so soon. Like Klimt.

Go Hoon was silent.

He couldnt imagine that Henri Marso, the worlds Henri Marso, would admit that there was someone better than him.

So?

Go Hoon shook his head and shouted.

-Say its not!

Henri Marso frowned at Go Hoons shout.

He wasnt amused by the kid who was only ten years old, but whom he had acknowledged, throwing a tantrum.

Admit it. If you dont know how to admit it, you wont make any progress.

-Shut up with that nonsense!

?

Henri Marso was confused and looked at Arsen, but he couldnt get an answer from him.

Go Hoons desperate voice came through the phone.

-You wouldnt follow someone else! You dont have to. You dont have to, you can do it!

Henri Marsos eyes widened at Go Hoons miserable scream.

-Its not, right?

He was speechless at the absurd remark.

-Say its not. Quickly.

Henri Marso regained his reason and tried to understand the situation. He seemed to think that he had followed someone else, for some reason.

What are you talking about since morning? Why would I follow someone else? Where are you?

The insulted hero yelled.

*

-Stay there and dont move!

Henri Marso hung up the phone after threatening him.

What did he say?

Go Hoon stared blankly at his smartphone and wiped his tears. Go Suyeol hugged his grandsons shoulder.

He said its not plagiarism. Both of them.

Go Hoon sighed with relief that his beloved painter hadnt done anything wrong.

He had thought of the worst situation for a moment because of Henri Marsos ominous words, but he was relieved to see him strongly deny it.

He firmly believed that he would lie but not tell lies.

Hmm. Thats strange.

Thats what Im saying.

It was too similar to say that they coincidentally dealt with the same subject, Henri Marsos work and <Beauty> that was submitted to the Art Nouveau Competition.

He doesnt seem to be unaware. Well find out if we wait. He said hes coming this way.

Go Suyeol nodded.

A little later.

Henri Marso, who had found the hotel room where Go Hoon and his party were staying, knocked on the door as if he was going to break it. Bang Tae-ho opened the door and he entered with a swagger.

He was relieved to see his confident appearance and approached him. He yelled at him.

What did I do? Huh?

Why are you confusing me with your words?

Whats confusing?

You said there was someone better than you. You said it wasnt plagiarism, so I thought that. Tell me whats going on. Do you want some chocolate?

I drew it! I did!

Go Hoon dropped the chocolate he was offering to Henri Marso and said.

Dont you know even after seeing it? Its a series!

Go Hoon blinked and asked.

You said you wouldnt participate.

When did I!

You said you knew you would win and you participated. You told me not to.

Go Hoon recalled his memory.

He had made a negative remark, but he didnt seem to have said that he wouldnt participate.

So you really drew it?

Yes!

Go Hoon, who couldnt understand the situation, had to ask again.

Why?