Chapter 120 (1) - The Mysterious Art Museum
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After Monica left for the factory, I remained alone, still seated by the window, lost in thought as I gazed outside.
"Monica''s brand logo is a water lily. I should draw a water lily."
Drawing a water lily is easy.
I had drawn one during my school days, and even received an A+ for that assignment, so I''m confident in the drawing itself.
"But what kind of design can I make with an ordinary water lily?"
It''s possible to draw the flower in a stylish manner.
water lilies have broad green leaves floating on the pond''s surface, with flowers in various colors that resemble chrysanthemums blooming above them.
The issue is that unlike a rose, which has multiple blooms attached, water lilies have blooms that are separate from each other. Being a flower that is not mboyant, it''s not an easy subject for store design.I opened my sketchbook to view the rough sketch of the store''s structure I had made during myst visit. I hadn''t measured it properly yet, but if this square-shaped store were to bepletely covered in paintings, it would need four paintings, each 3 meters high and 30 meters wide.
Of course, depending on the store design, only parts may need to be painted, so this is considering the maximum workload.
After sketching a bunch of water lily flowers, I fell into thought.
"water lilies are not shy flowers. They''re more like a dignified lone crane than a flock of birds. If I just paint a single bloom, it can bring out a sense of luxury."
But the store will look too empty. And if I add too many nonexistent water lilies, it will seem cheap. Ultimately, I need to decide on an appropriate number of water lily flowers.
"Phew, this is tough."
Thest remaining day.
I spent the entire morning in the living room, pondering over water lilies.
Skipping breakfast, and as lunchtime approached, I wasn''t very hungry.
Then, I heard someone someone knocking on the door of the lodging.
Knock, knock.
Huh? Monica already went to the factory.
Who could it be?
There''s no use answering in English as the other person wouldn''t understand, so I just opened the door, only to find no one there.
"What the, are there pranksters here too... Ah, Lea!"
I thought there was no one because I didn''t see anything at eye level, but then I noticed a cute baby below, holding out a basket filled with bread.
"Mama, mama. Bread, bread."
"Huh? Did mom ask you to bring this to me? Wow, this looks really delicious. Did mom bake this herself?"
Isn''t that an obvious question?
I''ve tried all the bread from the uncle''s restaurant for three weeks. There was no bread like this. There''s no separate bakery in the vige, so it''s definitely home-baked.
Holding the basket, I went to the table and took a bite, exaggeratedly showing how delicious it was. After giving Lea enough signs toe in, I said, "Wow, this is really good. Mom''s cooking is amazing. Lea,e in."
Lea handed me the basket and didn''te in, instead twisting her body at the door.
"Why, Lea?"
Lea suddenly ran up, grabbed my hand, and started pulling hard.
"Galleria d''arte, Galleria d''arte!"
Gallery? Oh, does she mean the art museum?
"Art museum? Do you want to go to the art museum now?"
"Galleria d''arte!"
"Alright, just let me put on some clothes."
Right, today''s myst day here. I should go into the dream and say goodbye to Lea.
Lea doesn''t know yet that I''m leaving tomorrow. Seeing that I understand her and start getting dressed, she''s excitedly jumping around like a happy child. I don''t know how to tell her goodbye. I hope she won''t cry.
After quickly getting dressed and grabbing only my wallet and phone, I held Lea''s hand and headed towards the art museum.
This ce, bathed in warm sunlight during the day, is so beautiful.
I think I will remember it for a very long time.
And in my life, I feel like I''ll return here at least once.
At the museum with cute Lea, hopping and holding my hand, I bought tickets and then we went through the cave and opened the museum door. As always, music was ying and beautiful paintings adorned every corner of the museum.
Lea ran to the central rock sofa, found a spot, and sat down.
I slowly walked over and sat next to Lea, saying, "Do you like the museum that much? Do you know what that painting is?"
"............................"
Lea didn''t understand or answer, but was staring
Lea didn''t understand or respond, but she was intently looking at the beautiful painting.
"That''s ''The Houses of Parliament, Effect of Fog'' in London. It''s a bit of a difficult name, isn''t it?"
A painting condensed with abstractness created by colors.
This artwork is divided into a fewrge areas, not schematically organizing the pictorial space.
The buildings, water, and sky be a canvas projecting tumultuous colors,
creating an image elusive like the foggy atmosphere.
The Victorian Gothic style of the new Parliament building seems to disappear into the mist, barely visible.
This painting, utilizing the entire spectrum of colors, is considered an important assignment in art schools.
I ced my hand on Lea''s shoulder and said,
"M, who took refuge in Ennd during the war, was greatly inspired by William Turner''s paintings. That''s when his style of painting changed like this."
Lea looked up at me with round eyes and then pointed her finger at the painting.
"Ban, ban."
"Yeah?"
"Ban, ban."
"Is it simr to the painting I did?"
"Ban!"
"Ha-ha, got it."
I understand what she means. Among the paintings I made of Lea''s house, one depicted the dawn, exactly like this. It was a day when the vige was shrouded in heavy fog. Of course, my painting wasn''t as grand as this work, but it had a simr impression.
At that moment, the painting changed, revealing a woman holding a parasol.
Lea had been here before andfortably positioned herself.
I smiled broadly as I gazed at the painting.
It was time to embark on our final dream journey with Lea.
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