Chapter 88: (2) - The Mysterious Art Museum
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Chapter 88 (2) - The Mysterious Art Museum
Time flows like a stream, and before long, it's the next year.
Jeonghoon has turned twenty-nine, and the exhibition is just two weeks away.
In the meantime, at the W Tree Theater, after a three-month run of Cats, a play starring domestic middle-aged actors was also performed. Jeongmin heard that Minyoung managed to snatch this play, which was originally scheduled to be staged at the S Art Hall Towol Theater.
During the COVID era, as audiences emerged from the extreme frustration of confinement, the theater was packed every day. Thanks to Minyoung's business acumen, the W Tree Hotel Theater was frequently in the news, maintaining its popularity.
As the play ended and the full-scale preparation for the exhibition began, the painters started coming to the theater daily to check their sections, review the order of their works, and create additional pieces where needed.
Chaeyoung claps her hands and shouts to the workers.Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience
There! Please connect the screen to this laptop. It needs to display the real-time fluctuation of prices.
As the screen in Chaeyoungs section lights up, numbers start appearing. Jeongmin, who was checking her section, approaches Chaeyoung and asks,
What is this for, Artist Chaeyoung?
Chaeyoung smiles and responds,
In my exhibition, I always display the price of Choco Pies on the screen.
You display the price of Choco Pies on a screen?
Yes, in cents. I want to remind the audience of the value of this small amount of money in North Korea and the sense of responsibility we should have .
Chaeyoung, who creates artworks based on the North Korean Labor Party's official newspaper and chocolate pie, donates all exhibition proceeds to a North Korean defector organization. Jun-min was so impressed that she nodded approvingly.
"Amazing, artist."
"You're exaggerating. Is your installation almost done?"
"Yes, I just need to adjust some lighting."
"This is a bit unfair. Your artwork is not visible from the outside because of the tent, but mine is fully exposed. It's like revealing the weapon I'm holding before the fight even begins, while I have no idea what the opponent's weapon is."
"Haha, what nonsense."
While Chae-young and Jun-min exchanged laughs, Kwang-ho, with a dark expression, watched as he repeatedly redrew his painting. Chae-young whispered to Jun-min, observing him seriously.
"That guy, isn't he too dark? Honestly, I haven't spoken to him since we had a meal together that time."
"Haha."
"It feels like he pours all his passion into the paintings, but besides his inner self, he seems to have no interest in others."
"Although he draws people's faces and finds emotions within them, it seems unlikely, doesn't it?"
"No, I've done my research. The people in his paintings may all look different, but the emotions within them are his own. In other words, he uses others' faces as tools and focuses on expressing his own emotions through art."
"Is that so?"
"Okay."
"Jiyong, when hanging the paintings, place the hooks about 1 meter above the floor."
"Got it, hyung."
Jeongmin noona, overhearing this, is shocked.
"1 meter! Are you crazy?"
Gwangho, nearby, approaches with his characteristic darkness.
"Jeonghoon."
"Ah, hyung. Long time no see."
"You know this is your first exhibition, but isn't it basic manners to study the fundamentals?"
".."
"1 meter off the floor. It's not a children's exhibition, and the visitors' line of sight won't align with the center of the paintings. You should at least know that."
"Haha, I'll take care of it."
Gwangho's eyes hidden behind his hair glow as he growls.
"We've poured months into this. Don't do anything to tarnish the reputation of other artists."
"Yes, hyung."
Gwangho turns and walks back to his section. Jeongmin noona whispers,
"Why does he have to talk like that?"
"Haha, well, he's not wrong."
"But still."
"It's okay. Ah! Jiyeon! Clear that thing in the middle."
Jeongmin noona, watching me give instructions, asks,
"Are you really not going to set up partitions? Just leaving the center space empty and displaying only around the edges? It might look open and nice, but it's not a good choice. If the paintings are all visible at once, it will decrease the visitors' concentration."
I smile brightly at noona.
"Don't worry, noona. The people who come to see my paintings will have better concentration than anyone else in the world."
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Chapter 88 (2) - The Mysterious Art Museum
Time flows like a stream, and before long, it's the next year.
Jeonghoon has turned twenty-nine, and the exhibition is just two weeks away.
In the meantime, at the W Tree Theater, after a three-month run of Cats, a play starring domestic middle-aged actors was also performed. Jeongmin heard that Minyoung managed to snatch this play, which was originally scheduled to be staged at the S Art Hall Towol Theater.
During the COVID era, as audiences emerged from the extreme frustration of confinement, the theater was packed every day. Thanks to Minyoung's business acumen, the W Tree Hotel Theater was frequently in the news, maintaining its popularity.
As the play ended and the full-scale preparation for the exhibition began, the painters started coming to the theater daily to check their sections, review the order of their works, and create additional pieces where needed.
Chaeyoung claps her hands and shouts to the workers.Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience
There! Please connect the screen to this laptop. It needs to display the real-time fluctuation of prices.
As the screen in Chaeyoungs section lights up, numbers start appearing. Jeongmin, who was checking her section, approaches Chaeyoung and asks,
What is this for, Artist Chaeyoung?
Chaeyoung smiles and responds,
In my exhibition, I always display the price of Choco Pies on the screen.
You display the price of Choco Pies on a screen?
Yes, in cents. I want to remind the audience of the value of this small amount of money in North Korea and the sense of responsibility we should have .
Chaeyoung, who creates artworks based on the North Korean Labor Party's official newspaper and chocolate pie, donates all exhibition proceeds to a North Korean defector organization. Jun-min was so impressed that she nodded approvingly.
"Amazing, artist."
"You're exaggerating. Is your installation almost done?"
"Yes, I just need to adjust some lighting."
"This is a bit unfair. Your artwork is not visible from the outside because of the tent, but mine is fully exposed. It's like revealing the weapon I'm holding before the fight even begins, while I have no idea what the opponent's weapon is."
"Haha, what nonsense."
While Chae-young and Jun-min exchanged laughs, Kwang-ho, with a dark expression, watched as he repeatedly redrew his painting. Chae-young whispered to Jun-min, observing him seriously.
"That guy, isn't he too dark? Honestly, I haven't spoken to him since we had a meal together that time."
"Haha."
"It feels like he pours all his passion into the paintings, but besides his inner self, he seems to have no interest in others."
"Although he draws people's faces and finds emotions within them, it seems unlikely, doesn't it?"
"No, I've done my research. The people in his paintings may all look different, but the emotions within them are his own. In other words, he uses others' faces as tools and focuses on expressing his own emotions through art."
"Is that so?"
"Okay."
"Jiyong, when hanging the paintings, place the hooks about 1 meter above the floor."
"Got it, hyung."
Jeongmin noona, overhearing this, is shocked.
"1 meter! Are you crazy?"
Gwangho, nearby, approaches with his characteristic darkness.
"Jeonghoon."
"Ah, hyung. Long time no see."
"You know this is your first exhibition, but isn't it basic manners to study the fundamentals?"
".."
"1 meter off the floor. It's not a children's exhibition, and the visitors' line of sight won't align with the center of the paintings. You should at least know that."
"Haha, I'll take care of it."
Gwangho's eyes hidden behind his hair glow as he growls.
"We've poured months into this. Don't do anything to tarnish the reputation of other artists."
"Yes, hyung."
Gwangho turns and walks back to his section. Jeongmin noona whispers,
"Why does he have to talk like that?"
"Haha, well, he's not wrong."
"But still."
"It's okay. Ah! Jiyeon! Clear that thing in the middle."
Jeongmin noona, watching me give instructions, asks,
"Are you really not going to set up partitions? Just leaving the center space empty and displaying only around the edges? It might look open and nice, but it's not a good choice. If the paintings are all visible at once, it will decrease the visitors' concentration."
I smile brightly at noona.
"Don't worry, noona. The people who come to see my paintings will have better concentration than anyone else in the world."
Read ahead by supporting me on Ko-fi
.
Chapter 88 2 - The Mysterious Art MuseumTime flows like a stream, and before long, it's the next year.Jeonghoon has turned twenty-nine, and the exhibition is just two weeks away.In the meantime, at the W Tree Theater, after a three-month run of Cats, a play starring domestic middle-aged actors was also performed. Jeongmin heard that Minyoung managed to snatch this play, which was originally scheduled to be staged at the S Art Hall Towol Theater.During the COVID era, as audiences emerged from the extreme frustration of confinement, the theater was packed every day. Thanks to Minyoung's business acumen, the W Tree Hotel Theater was frequently in the news, maintaining its popularity.As the play ended and the full-scale preparation for the exhibition began, the painters started coming to the theater daily to check their sections, review the order of their works, and create additional pieces where needed.Chaeyoung claps her hands and shouts to the workers.Visit noveLbin.com for the best novel reading experienceThere! Please connect the screen to this laptop. It needs to display the real-time fluctuation of prices.As the screen in Chaeyoungs section lights up, numbers start appearing. Jeongmin, who was checking her section, approaches Chaeyoung and asks,What is this for, Artist Chaeyoung?Chaeyoung smiles and responds,In my exhibition, I always display the price of Choco Pies on the screen.You display the price of Choco Pies on a screen?Yes, in cents. I want to remind the audience of the value of this small amount of money in North Korea and the sense of responsibility we should have .Chaeyoung, who creates artworks based on the North Korean Labor Party's official newspaper and chocolate pie, donates all exhibition proceeds to a North Korean defector organization. Jun-min was so impressed that she nodded approvingly."Amazing, artist.""You're exaggerating. Is your installation almost done?""Yes, I just need to adjust some lighting.""This is a bit unfair. Your artwork is not visible from the outside because of the tent, but mine is fully exposed. It's like revealing the weapon I'm holding before the fight even begins, while I have no idea what the opponent's weapon is.""Haha, what nonsense."While Chae-young and Jun-min exchanged laughs, Kwang-ho, with a dark expression, watched as he repeatedly redrew his painting. Chae-young whispered to Jun-min, observing him seriously."That guy, isn't he too dark? Honestly, I haven't spoken to him since we had a meal together that time.""Haha.""It feels like he pours all his passion into the paintings, but besides his inner self, he seems to have no interest in others.""Although he draws people's faces and finds emotions within them, it seems unlikely, doesn't it?""No, I've done my research. The people in his paintings may all look different, but the emotions within them are his own. In other words, he uses others' faces as tools and focuses on expressing his own emotions through art.""Is that so?""Okay.""Jiyong, when hanging the paintings, place the hooks about 1 meter above the floor.""Got it, hyung."Jeongmin noona, overhearing this, is shocked."1 meter! Are you crazy?"Gwangho, nearby, approaches with his characteristic darkness."Jeonghoon.""Ah, hyung. Long time no see.""You know this is your first exhibition, but isn't it basic manners to study the fundamentals?""..""1 meter off the floor. It's not a children's exhibition, and the visitors' line of sight won't align with the center of the paintings. You should at least know that.""Haha, I'll take care of it."Gwangho's eyes hidden behind his hair glow as he growls."We've poured months into this. Don't do anything to tarnish the reputation of other artists.""Yes, hyung."Gwangho turns and walks back to his section. Jeongmin noona whispers,"Why does he have to talk like that?""Haha, well, he's not wrong.""But still.""It's okay. Ah! Jiyeon! Clear that thing in the middle."Jeongmin noona, watching me give instructions, asks,"Are you really not going to set up partitions? Just leaving the center space empty and displaying only around the edges? It might look open and nice, but it's not a good choice. If the paintings are all visible at once, it will decrease the visitors' concentration."I smile brightly at noona."Don't worry, noona. The people who come to see my paintings will have better concentration than anyone else in the world."Read ahead by supporting me on Ko-fi.
