Van Gogh Reborn!

Day seven. 

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I failed again. 

No matter how quickly I draw it, the oil pastel dries up due to the time difference. 

It doesn’t matter whether the draft is drawn without melting, but there is no way to control the melted, over-painted paintings to revive the texture of peeling. 

If it hardens completely, the texture will not be there, so I wonder if there is any other good way. 

“Hun, let’s go to eat,” 

Grandpa called while I was worried about how to proceed with the work. 

“Do you go out and eat? You’ve been staying at home the whole time.
You need to go out and refresh yourself.” 

Grandpa does have a point. 

Sometimes you need to ventilate yourself and look for a different perspective. 

I went outside with grandpa. 

It’s been a week since I went out, so it was pretty bright when I came out. 

Flowers bloom here and there, and the snow is pleasant. 

It is especially good because there are many flowers and insects that I don’t know. 

I entered the restaurant with grandpa. 

It’s full of food that I’ve never seen before. 

“Gyukatsu?” 

It’s called gyukatsu because it’s fried with beef sirloin. 

No matter how delicious it may be, it was a very expensive food that cost 15,000 won per serving. 

It’s my first time eating it, but Aunt Mirae said it’s delicious. 

Aunt Mirae tells me a lot of interesting things, and her information is worth trusting. 

“I’d like to order.”

Grandpa called the staff. 

A young man, who looked like he was in his early 30s, approached with a smile. 

“Yes.” 

He looked at grandpa and me alternately. 

“Give me two of these gyukatsu, Hun, do you want to drink fruit cider?” 

Even just cider is delicious, but fruit-flavored cider is my favorite.

“Yes, grandpa.” 

“ Which one do you want – Melon, peach, and apple?” 

“Apple.” 

“Two apple cider, please.” 

“Yes, thank you.
Please let me know if you need anything or if there’s any inconvenience.” 

The man headed to the kitchen. 

While waiting for food, I told grandpa about my worries.

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 “Can I take a break from school tomorrow?” 

“Yeah, It’s only two weeks away, so you’ll have to concentrate.
Instead, you have to study hard with grandpa when you’re done with the preparations.” 

“Yes, grandpa.” 

Time doesn’t solve everything, but nothing happens without enough time. 

No matter how talented a person is. 

“Drinks Sir.” 

This time a young woman brought the drink. 

The bubbles are bubbling. 

This must be delicious. 

When I drank it with a straw, the freshness washed away the stuffy mind in an instant. 

The smell of fresh apples spreads through the nose and passes through the throat. 

The sweetness in the mouth is also excellent. 

It’s the perfect drink to refresh yourself. 

“It’s delicious.
Right grandpa ?” 

“Ahhh… Very Sweet.” 

It doesn’t seem to suit grandpa’s taste. 

He frowned a little and then laughed. 

“I’ll put it on the fire.”

The staff who brought the drink brought a small stone stove this time. 

With a long stick, she set fire in an instant. 

“What’s this grandpa ?” 

“When the food comes out, you can cook it here a little more depending on your taste.”

I guess it’s like pork belly meat. 

Soon after, the food came out. 

A bright reddish-red beef was wrapped in a tempura coat.

It was so red that I wonder if I can eat it as it is.

It is better to cook it more on a stove.

I put some gyukatsu on the stove with grandpa. 

“You can eat warm, without getting cold.” 

“I know.
right.” 

Grandpa and I tend to eat slowly, and this is very good. 

As the small furnace continues to heat up, the meat on top of it not only cooks but also smells good.

We don’t have to worry about the food getting cold. 

When I took one piece and put it in my mouth, the juice full of fat flowed down. 

It’s hot, but you can never spit it out. 

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How can the meat be this soft? Did they beat up the cow? 

I ate another piece in haste. 

“How is it? Is it good?” 

“It’s good grandpa.” 

I was observing when I should eat the meat again. 

Suddenly a question arose in my head. 

If I can keep the temperature constant, I can draw with oil pastels on it. 

It will keep the liquid state, and it will be able to prevent the degree of hardening from changing with time.

It would be much easier to peel it off if the exact time was known. 

“Grandpa, can I get a bigger one like this?” 

“Do you want more? Shall I order extra meat?”

“Not meat, but stove.
A heat-controlled one.”-

“I can get it if you want.
What are you going to use it for?” 

” The oil pastel was so stiff that it was hard to take it off.
I think it would be great if I could keep melting and harden it all at once.”

Grandpa kept blinking. 

“It’s okay as long as it doesn’t harden, so it’s not dangerous.” 

“What are you going to do?” 

“It’ll overlap and I’ll peel it off with a knife.” 

“Hmm?” 

Grandpa tilts his head. 

     

Ko Hun seemed to have found a way at last, but Ko Sooyeol thought he had come to a different conclusion than his. 

“Yeah.
Let’s find out.” 

Ko Sooyeol was confused by his grandson’s extraordinary request. 

Ko Hun said he wanted to overlap the paintings, so he had to find a plate with an even surface, and as a result, he got an iron plate, used for cooking. 

“Is this all you have? Is this fine Little Hun?” 

“It’s fine, grandpa.” 

With Ko Sooyeol watching.
Ko Hun raised the frame to fit the size of the canvas. 

If the temperature was high, the melted oil pastel would boil, and if the heat was concentrated on one side, there was no meaning in getting an iron plate. 

Fortunately, a skilled technician was found, and the temperature was adjusted by placing warm wires under the iron plate. 

When it reached the right temperature, Ko Hun took out the oil pastel that had been melted in advance and made a color. 

Ko Hun began to paint on the iron plate. 

It was his first time dealing with paint that did not harden, so he had to be careful. 

The image of the self-portrait that he had thought about hundreds of times in his head was projected onto the iron plate, but even for him, who had painted thousands of oil paintings, this task was not easy since he had to reverse the image in his head.

But soon, an unexpected problem occurred.

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The melted oil pastel lost its shape with a slight shake.

Although he believed in his skills, the process was not easy.

Ko Hun, who decided that this would not work, turned off the power.  

Even if he didn’t think he would succeed in the first attempt, it was worse than his prediction. 

Ko Sooyeol approached Ko Hun

“It’s not easy.
huh?” 

“Yes.”

Ko Sooyeol, who had only listened to Ko Hun’s request all this time, asked his grandson for the first time. 

“Why did you think of drawing it like this?” 

“When I saw the gyukatsu, it reminded me of the person who made pancake art on Newtube.”

“Pancake art?” 

“Yes, he painted with dough.” 

Ko Hun showed a video of a person painting with pancake dough on New Tube. 

The person in the video separated different colored dough and spread it on the pan as if stacking it up and upon turning it over it revealed a cute character.

Ko Sooyeol was impressed by the Pancake art. 

“Oh, that’s amazing.
Still, I think it would be difficult to describe in detail.”

“I thought I could.” 

Ko Hun had been practicing various things for the past few days, but there was no actual result, so he had no choice but to be frustrated. 

Ko Sooyeol patted his grandson on the head. 

“All works are completed after failure.” 

Ko Sooyeol, who thought that his grandson, who had been successful until now, had met a wall and was disappointed, comforted him. 

“Do you want to challenge your goals or do you want to compromise with reality? I don’t think there’s anything wrong with either choice.” 

Ko Hun didn’t answer, just listened to his grandfather. 

“Compromise doesn’t mean failure.
It’s about setting a new goal.” 

Ko Sooyeol placed significance on the fact that his young grandson made such an attempt.

Even if it was a difficult goal to achieve, he thought he could reach the place through trial and error. 

“I want to try again.” 

Ko Hun turned on the power and scratched the oil pastel on the iron plate. 

He cleaned out the melted oil pastel and picked up the brush again. 

He carefully painted even one brush stroke with the No.
2 round brush.

‘It doesn’t have to be exactly the same.’ 

Ko Hun thought constantly. 

It was to get rid of the known image, the given image, and the self, connected with the past.

The face to be removed did not have to be the same as the face to be exposed. 

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Rather, he thought that the intention would be clearly communicated if there was a difference.

‘Let’s give up on small things.’ 

Ko Hun recalled that the pancake craftsman drew a simplified character while allowing delicate work. 

A bold omission 

The amazing sense of color which expresses the impression of the object was his strength. 

This time the work has been going on for quite some time. 

Ko Sooyeol stood by his grandson just in case of an accident. 

After about half an hour, Ko Hun finally began to cover his face, which occupies the largest area. 

The light and shade were bound to be simple. 

Ko Hun, who divided the darkness and brightness into three stages, mixed melted oil pastels to create skin colors. 

Then, Ko Hun turned off the power. 

Assuming that it was heated one more time anyway, it was judged that it would be stable to apply skin color paint after hardening once. 

While waiting for the oil pastel to harden, Ko Hun did not stop thinking. 

‘If it’s going to harden again, I can paint it from the ground up.
It’s easy to paint over the surface.
If I divide it step by step, cool it down, repeat it, and then melt it again later, will the shape be maintained?’

How long has it been? 

Ko Hun, who confirmed that the oil pastel was hardened, filled the skin color. 

Waiting for it to harden again, the night was already deep.

Oil Pastel had to harden enough to completely separate from the iron plate, so Ko Hun finished the ninth day and went to sleep.

The next day. 

Ko Hun, who woke up early in the morning, went to the studio as soon as he washed his face. 

He carefully took a thin plate to remove the oil pastel that had hardened on the iron plate overnight. 

With a little bit of strength, the oil pastel fell off easily. 

Ko Hun, who carefully moved it to the plate and turned the picture upside down, bit his lips. 

Thanks to the abandonment of detailed descriptions, the form was maintained to a certain extent, but that’s all. 

There were mixed and deviated places.

Once again the boy pulled himself together and cleared the iron plate.

‘I can draw it like it’s torn from the beginning.’ 

Ko Hun came up with several methods. 

He did not need to express the torn part conspicuously, but it was possible only with the pictorial expression

However, the peeling feeling could not be the same as the real thing.

Even if it gave a three-dimensional effect, it could not be the same as a three-dimensional work. 

Ko Hun wanted to express something that was torn and peeled off somehow. 

So he thought about it again. 

“Ah.” 

Suddenly a flash of thought crossed his mind.