The Mysterious Art Museum

Chapter 130 (1) - The Mysterious Art Museum

I'm pretending to be calm, but right now, I'm quite flustered.

They came all the way here to the most remote part of southern Italy to cover me? And it's not just one magazine but so many people? Not Korean journalists, but local Italian ones?

But right now, I have to finish my painting.

This isn't a studio; it's outdoors.

The light changes outside. Even as I paint, the reflection of light on the cathedral and other backgrounds is subtly shifting.

If it were me before I met Monet, I would have asked the model for understanding and postponed the painting since the background would remain the same anyway. But not now.

The shouting of the journalists disrupts my concentration.

"Van! It's ICON Magazine. We flew here from Rome to meet you."

"Quiet! There aren't any magazines based outside Rome. Van! It's Quid Magazine, the number one magazine in the art world. Let's start with us."

The competing journalists.

I glance at them briefly. I could entertain each one, but why are they so fiercely arguing over who goes first?

"Please wait, I'll be done soon."

Yona and Meloni, who have also attracted the journalists' attention because of me, look extremely uncomfortable.

I hurry to finish the painting and, after signing at the bottom right corner of the canvas, I hang the pen on its edge and pass it to Yona.

"Don't touch the painting; it's still wet. Can you take it to your house and then come back here?"

"Huh? Oh, okay."

Yona first hands the painting to his wife and then whispers to me.

"Will you be okay alone?"

"They're just journalists; it'll take some time because of their number. Take your time."

"Are you a very famous painter?"

"No?"

"Then why is this happening?"

"I think it's because I helped someone famous recently. Hurry back."

"Okay, got it."

The people, unable to take their eyes off the still-wet painting. A journalist cautiously approaches Meloni, who is carrying the painting.

"Excuse me, did Van paint that?"

"Yes? Yes… he did."

"May I take a photo?"

"A photo?"

It's not just a painting; it's a portrait. If it becomes an article, it's the same as revealing Meloni's face.

Yona steps in to dissuade the journalist.

"I'm sorry, but that's not possible."

The journalist persists, not giving up.

"The value of the painting changes if it's spread in the media. If it's a painting by Van, you could get a good price for it."

"……."

The two fall silent at the mention of value. The journalist delivers the final blow.

"It's a portrait by the hottest painter in Italy right now. If it's made public, you could get at least 7,500 euros for it. Are you sure you don't want that?"

Their eyes bulge at the mention of a price exceeding ten million won.

I didn't understand a word, but I can guess the situation.

"Yona, are you planning to sell it?"

I ask jokingly, leaning askew. He frantically waves his hands.

"No! No, I definitely won't sell it!"

"Hurry and go."

"Okay! Honey, let's go!"

Meloni, almost dragged to the taxi. From her conversation with her husband, it seems like she's questioning if it's right to receive something like this for an 80 euro taxi fare.

It's surprising to me that my portrait is priced so high, but compared to the painting I made for Mrs. Kang in Paju, it's a drop in the bucket.

As I pack up my art supplies, I say,

"Well, then, who shall we start with?"

The journalists eagerly raise their hands. I glance at them. They look like concubines seeking the king's favor.

I find it a bit amusing, but I can't play with people's hearts. They're all earnestly doing their jobs.

Then, Isabella, who first spoke to me, raises her hand and shouts.

"I know Lea!"

What?

Lea? Is she talking about the little angel I know?

My eyes widen in surprise, and the tall man with her shows me his camera screen.

Indeed, there's Lea's face, smiling brightly in front of the mural at her house. It's been a while since I left the village, and I feel a deep longing.

After staring at the camera for a while, I smile and speak.

"You go first."

"Oh! Thank you!"

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