I Became A Renowned Arts Genius At My Arts High School - Chapter 14
“10 sheets of 3-section paper and one eraser.”
After leaving the dormitory and passing through the academic building, Suhyun entered the painting room in the basement of the art and practical arts building.
The on-campus art studio usually opened and closed according to the class schedule, but today it remained open until a slightly later time.
“Oh, Soohyun, it’s been a while.”
The art studio’s teacher greeted Soohyun warmly and handed her paper and an eraser.
“Your normal 10 sheets, right? The paper quality is a bit better this time. Use it once and let me know.”
“Yes, thank you.”
Rustle.
The crisp texture of the paper excited Soohyun’s mood. Somehow, it felt like a good drawing would come out.
Crackle.
As she walked down the hallway, she could hear kids laughing and talking.
Second years? Or third years?
The department building was quiet, but the practical arts building was buzzing.
The first-year students had probably finished their drawing exams and gone home early, so it seemed that the seniors were staying behind to draw.
If so, there’s no point in standing out.
Soohyun walked cautiously, checking for empty studios.
The seniors had a strong military mindset with seniors and it was best to avoid them, as there was no good in getting involved with them.
Fortunately, there was one small studio available.
Drrrk.
Gently opening the door and stepping inside, Soohyun turned on the fluorescent light.
In one corner, a painting board and easel were neatly arranged, and familiar plaster statues rested on pedestals.
It was a cozy space that somehow made the heart feel at ease.
Swish—
Soohyun took out the easel and settled into her seat. She secured the paper on the easel and stared at the blank sheet.
A gaze.
What kind of gaze should he draw this time?
As he thought of a theme, his heart fluttered.
In the past, all of Soohyun’s drawings started from the gaze. Capturing two or more different perspectives and expressing their differences was her approach.
It all started very subtly.
“This is red?”
“And this is yellow?”
Children fighting on the street over the names of colors. Seeing this scene by chance, Soohyun felt that the kids were really cute. And perhaps people would never narrow the gap and argue like this for a lifetime, she realized.
‘Even with the same scenery, the same person, the same situation and objects, people feel different things.’
The difference, sometimes small enough to be ignored, showed an enormous gap that seemed insurmountable at times.
It was fun for her to find, reveal, and compare those differences.
For the theme of wood, he painted the lush summer and the desolate winter. For the theme of an apple, he painted the tempting sight of one bitten and the one rolling on the ground with a bruise.
The process of finding the ugliness of something that someone else finds beautiful, and capturing the usefulness of something discarded.
Depending on the emotion and the other person, the same material was expressed in completely different shapes and colors depending on age and experience.
Immersed in these themes, Soohyun developed her own technique and artistic style. Dreams, destinies, sprouting—paintings like <Encounter>, <Fate>, <Sprout>, <Dream> were products of her imagination. OOf course, he lost his chance to be known by drowning before the first exhibition, and Kim Minjun later stole all the glory.
“This time, I’ll make sure everyone knows that I’m the true owner of those paintings. I’ll advance the timing of the announcement and present it to the world.”
Swish—
Soohyun filled the paper, carefully transferring the unique paintings that had filled her mind for so long.
