Van Gogh Reborn!

Chapter 195: The Painter (3)

Chapter 195: The Painter (3)

Chapter 195 The Painter (3)

Bantaeho, who contacted some critics, decided that tomorrow would be the decisive moment.

The critics were very cautious for four days after the opening of the Art Nouveau competition.

They had no problem evaluating the artists who clearly revealed themselves, like Demian Carter, but they were reluctant to talk about Go Hoon.

It was not easy to predict what kind of work Go Hoon, who had used various materials, had drawn.

And they were afraid of the backlash that might come if their expectations were wrong.

But in a situation where a very small clue was released through the media, the Art Nouveau competition was also entering the final stage.

Bantaeho pulled the trigger of the signal gun to make them run, who were pushed to the starting line.

Theyll have a headache today.

Tonight, after deep thinking, they would eventually prove that was not drawn by Go Hoon.

The remaining problem was whether someone would recognize .

I wish there was someone who understood Hoon.

Bantaeho hoped that there was someone who truly deeply understood Go Hoon, who had been receiving attention since last year.

It was important for Go Hoon to gain popularity as a painter, but he also thought that he needed an expert who fully understood him.

It wouldnt be an easy task because of his very different style.

There must be someone.

But Bantaeho was sure.

, , , , , and .

Go Hoons paintings had the power to move the heart.

He believed that there must be someone who looked at Go Hoon, not as a young genius, the grandson of Goseoyeol, or the painter loved by Henri Marso.

Bantaeho checked the voting status of the Art Nouveau competition.

The total number of votes was slightly over 2 million.

Theres a chance.

Since each person could only vote for ten works, people tended to enjoy and vote for as many works as possible.

The situation where there were more remaining votes than the number of votes.

had a definite chance to beat .

It would have been nice if he had revealed it.

If Go Hoon had revealed his work from the beginning, he would have gotten a lot more votes than now.

Bantaeho regretted that.

However, the competing work also did not reach Henri Marsos reputation. It was at least the same condition as .

Rather, if Henri Marso had revealed his position, his fame, which had risen due to the current Antermittang affair, could have crushed the other artists.

No. Its rather a relief.

Bantaeho narrowed his eyebrows.

, which had been maintaining second place until now, was overtaken by the master Demian Carters for the first time.

**

Blanche Fabre, who had been wandering around the Cit des Arts for four days, could not find Go Hoons work.

, , , , which she had seen at the Whitney Biennale, were telling different stories with different materials.

She could recognize because it had a clear intersection.

But as Blanche, who could not know how Go Hoon had changed after , which refused to be a young Van Gogh, she could not find the answer.

She expected that Go Hoon would have a lot of votes if he was Go Hoon, and she looked around the top works again.

She still could not tell what work Go Hoon had submitted.

But soon she could solve that curiosity.

Blanche was going to see clearly with her own eyes what kind of painting the painter who changed Henri Marso before her had drawn.

Go Hoon stopped walking.

Here.

Not far from Notre Dame Cathedral.

It was the place where the most noticeable work in the Art Nouveau competition was hung.

No way.

The gallery was relatively quiet because the operating time was almost over.

Liar.

As Go Hoon stood in front of , Blanche Fabre shook her head as if she could not believe it.

was her favorite work in this competition.

She stopped by once every morning and felt the faintness in the rippling waves with the optical illusion effect in her eyes and chest.

She could not believe that Go Hoon had drawn , which she had been waiting for the awards ceremony without knowing who had drawn it.

How.

Shh.

Chashihyun put his index finger on his lips.

Its cool.

He envied the relationship between the two painters who had a great influence on each other.

**

Meanwhile.

The people hired at the Marso mansion were watching Marso, who was sitting in front of the canvas all day, with curiosity.

It was not a big deal to concentrate for two or three days when he started working, but today was different.

He didnt hold a brush, a pencil, or a crayon, and he just muttered something like a person who had lost his mind.

Why is he doing that?

I dont know. He said something.

No?

Yes. What he means by no.

Is he planning his work?

Doesnt he need to eat?

He gets angry when you talk to him when hes working.

Then Ill have to make a sandwich and put it next to him.

Henri Marso suddenly got up from his chair.

The staff were startled.

Arsene! Arsene!

Henri Marso called his secretary in a louder voice than usual.

Arsene, who was worried about his strange behavior, came up to him.

Yes, sir.

Tell the chef to prepare.

Henri Marso, who had skipped his meals all day, was expected to be very hungry by Arsene, who bowed his head.

Ill tell him to prepare the meal.

The most delicious potato pizza in the world.

Excuse me?

Henri Marso narrowed his eyebrows.

Didnt you hear me? The most delicious potato pizza in the world.

Are you saying that now?

Wait. Phone.

Henri Marso reached out his hand.

He took the smartphone that Arsene handed him and called Go Hoon.

A few rings went by and Go Hoon answered the phone.

-What?

Where are you?

-Behind Notre Dame Cathedral.

Why there?

-Do you know Berthillon? They say its a tourist course to eat ice cream there and watch the sunset.

Throw it away.

-What?

Throw away the ice cream and come this way. Ill send a car.

-What are you talking about?

You have to eat dinner, why are you eating ice cream at this time?

-I have a dinner appointment. See you next time.

Appointment?

-Im going to eat with Fabre.

-Who?

-Marso.

-Marso?

He heard a loud voice asking him to switch the phone over.

Be quiet and come. Ill send a car.

-I told you Im going to eat with him.

Then bring him too.

-No.

-Youre coming.

-Lets eat together when my father comes.

-Nothing is more important than meeting Henri Marso.

He didnt know who Fabre was, but he nodded at the remarkable sound.