Poten

Art Maker

“This is it.”

Immediately after opening the door of the workshop, the smell of paint oil pierced Minho's nose. Minho came into the room and stared at the picture in the middle. Oddly, there was no face on the elegant woman's statue, which was painted in Eastern colors.

"Huh?"

The painting was emitting a clear light by itself. Of course, that was my favorite.

“Jules, is that the painting you want to finish? ”

“That's right. This is the last 'Faceless Woman' that Mr. Cho Baek Ho painted 15 years ago. I'm going to try to complete that with my own hands, even though it's a little skillful. ”

5 billion cigarettes.

Minho was surprised by the light of the adornment that was subtly embedded throughout the painting rather than the price.

‘Is this Kim Seung-am's favorite? ’

I turned to Kim Seung-am because I thought it would be an excuse to touch her.

“Do you mind if I take a look? ”

“Of course.”

Minho took a deep breath in front of the most expensive item he had ever touched. Then I tapped the corner with my fingertips.

- Honey, don't give up on the painting. I like your paintings.

The unfinished painting of a 15-year old painter. Minho could see that the faceless figure in this painting was the only person who liked his painting during the John Doe period.

- Don't die, please. If you go, I...

The woman lying on the bed and the picture of tiger tiger soaked in sorrow struck my mind.

At this moment, Minho realized that this painting is not Kim Seung-am, but Cho Baek Ho's favorite. Tiger Tiger's love for his wife was deep and strong enough not to lose the light of her beauty even after 15 years in this painting.

‘If you keep it strong in your heart, even if you don't own it, it will still remain an affection. ’

I felt uncomfortable even though I realized something new. A wife who died of illness in poverty all her life for the tiger who was crazy in the painting. The desperate feelings of tiger tiger tiger who misses her were conveyed to Minho as well.

“Teacher Jo Baek Ho said goodbye to his wife before completing that painting. He couldn't help but break the brush as he shot the last image. I rushed to New York when the real estate came out, in case I wanted to get the brush back. ”

Kim Seung-am pointed to the frame on one side. Inside was a photograph of two people standing with the young man Kim Seung-am, whom Min-ho had seen in his fond memories.

Minho drew numerous underdrawings and destroyed them, turning his eyes to the traces of the North Sumatra. Perhaps no painting could replace the shape of the wife who would be in the heart of Tiger Tiger.

“It won't be easy to complete. ”

“Yes. I'd love to catch a straw. ”

Minho understood that this brush, which had competed with him in an auction of 600 million, was also one of the straws.

“Look at me. Would you like some tea?”

While Seung-am Kim placed water on the electric port, Min-ho recalled the purpose that followed.

“Jules, what else can you tell me about this brush? ”

Kim Seung-am recounted the tea and began to tell stories about his brush. Minho's expectation that the owner would be a brilliant painter who excelled in poetry, writing, and painting increased even more.

“Jules!"

During the conversation, the door of the workshop suddenly opened. Kim Seung-am looked at him with the look of what should happen when the auction director at the museum lifted his head.

“Mr. Jung-soo wants to see you for a moment. ”

“Now?”

“Yes.”

Kim Seung-am said to Min-ho with a look of apology.

“I'll be down in a minute. It won't take long... ”

“It's okay, go. ”

Kim Seung-am left the workshop with a cup of tea and said he was sorry over and over again.

“That one, too. He left his five billion paintings. ”

Of course, it was not easy to steal the painting through the rigorous security at the ceiling of the workshop and the entrance to the museum.

Minho, who was sitting next to the desk, grabbing his tea and waiting, tapped the rolling 4B pencil next to the cup of tea. And there was a white canvas on one side of the workbench with eyes fixed on it.

My fingers flicker.

The ability of the ‘Faceless Woman' affection kept bothering Minho.

Why do you want to paint a picture when it's his favorite piece of art? ’

In five minutes.

Minho, who could not bear the boredom, stood up. I started sketching on the white canvas while touching the corner of the painting.

Zec.

I remembered the face of a woman in Minho's hands. By the time I finished my quick sketch in the ecstasy, the door of the workshop was opened.

“You've waited a long time……. ”

Kim Seung Am looked at Minho and was surprised.

“What are you doing? ”

“Oh, I'm sorry. I'll pay for this canvas. ”

Kim Seung-am checked Minho's sketches and remained motionless for a while like a statue.

The face of a woman smiling brightly.

On the canvas was a vivid picture of his wife's footsteps. Kim Seung-am was a picture I could not even imagine. Moreover, it resembled Teacher Jo Baek Ho's youth and speech.

“How could this be……. ”

Minho felt sorry for Kim Seung-am who seemed shocked. I wanted to make excuses quickly because his boredom made me feel better.

“I wonder if it was the same for Cho Baek Hwa if it was the happiest time for her. If I painted it, I would want to keep it forever. ”

“That's ……. You're right."

As soon as Kim Seung-am got out of shock, he seemed determined.

“Can you finish this sketch? I'll make sure to pay for the hard work. ”

“I don't see why not. ”

* * *

[Sorry, Sora. I'll be there in 10 minutes.]

Oshora sighs, checking the text.

After drinking, Osora opens the door to the balcony, handing over a mouthful of acceptable wine. The cool breeze of autumn night cools her cheeks slightly off the spirits.

Overlooking the balcony on the second floor was the garden of a brightly lit museum. The balcony is a fairly large terrace, and people have been out there for quite a while looking at the night.

“Nice view. ”

That was 10 minutes ago and 30 minutes later. And one hour.

“Phew. Why am I following you here? ”

Meanwhile, only three glasses of empty wine have risen beside Oshora. She picks up her cell phone and opens a room with her members.

[What are you doing, sis? Are you having a hot night?]

[I envy you. The breeze here is freezing!]

[That's right. There's no one to hug like Sora.]

I'm cold, too! ’

Osora's been out for 30 minutes, and I can't answer that she's been standing alone. With some Sauvignon wine.].

“Oh, my God. Aren't you Oshora? ”

Then the man standing on the balcony approaches. The man who appeared to be in his late twenties had a modest impression, but was in a waxy state of sleek hair.

“Yes, who are you? ”

The man replied to Oshora, wondering if she wanted to sign something.

“It's called Won Young-tae. He's an art dealer in Insadong. Half the stuff I auctioned today, I picked it up. ”

“Oh, I see. ”

“Nice to meet you. You're actually quite beautiful. ”

Oshora's suffocating appearance in a sleek dress was more attractive with balcony lights. Yoon Young-tae, who had a sudden crush on her beauty, said with a full smile on her face.

“Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon. ”

“Yes?”

“He likes wine. ”

Won Young-tae points to the wine cup Oshora was holding.

“This? I just drink it because I'm here. ”

“It's a very sophisticated blend of blackberry, liquorice and cedar flavors. ”

“So?”

Seeing her grim expression, she did not give in.

“Would you like to go in and have another drink? ”

When it becomes clear that the opposing Pokémon are working, Oshora snorts. The person you wanted to work with is now stuck in a 600-million-dollar brush and is nowhere to be found. When she tries to shoot a word, she sees a man on the balcony and says,

“Someone's here for a drink. ”

“Yes?”

Osora hands over half her wine glasses.

“Here. Have lots of liquorice, cedar, or flavored wine. I'm gonna go get some alcohol-flavored soju. ”

I ran to Minho, Oso, who had been embarrassed for a month.

“You're late!”

“Sorry, sorry. ”

As soon as Minho left the large banquet hall, the place was at the top of the museum, not outside. Oshora asked, watching Minho continue up the stairs.

“Where are you going? ”

“Come with me. ”

Upon arriving on the fifth floor, you see a door to the roof. Oshora was surprised and grabbed Minho's clothing collar because it had the words’ No Trespassing 'written on it.

“Why are you going here? ”

“Jules gave me permission. ”

“Jules?”

Minho smiled and opened the door. Along with the sound of 'cackling’, the landscape on the roof caught Oshora's attention.

“Wow……. ”

The moonlight flashed over a space with flooded waves and white sand. When she felt like she was standing in the middle of the ocean in the middle of the city, Oshora was amazed.

“Amazing, isn't it? Jules says the sea is her hometown. No offense, but the ocean can't go today because of me, so let's start with snow. ”

“Brother……. ”

All I had to say was thank you for caring so much about Oshora.

I heard the classical waltz singing on the rooftop whether the banquet had begun on the second floor. Minho stepped over the picture of the white sand and reached out to Oshora.

“Would you care for a dance, Duchess? ”

“What about the Duchess? ”

He laughed at me for being childish, but he held Minho's hand. She was startled when Minho grabbed Oshora's waist and snapped into position.

I saw the distance between my eyes and my eyes. I asked Minho, I feel like I should say something.

“Do you know how to waltz? ”

“I don't know, but I remember the body. ”

“What's that supposed to mean? ”

Minho moved his bridge in line with the rhythm of 'Other ~'. As I relied on him, Osona, who was leaning on him, naturally moved her body along the beat.

Minho's steps to lead Osora, turning round in slow tempo, were classy. Oshora was also used to dancing, so she quickly learned the steps.

“Brother.”

“Huh?"

“Casanova before the broadcast, right? ”

“You think so? ”

“Yes. No matter how I look at it... ”

Oshora, who was staring at Minho's face, found his face running red. It was not because I was shy that I could smell the sweet and aromatic scent from Minho's breath.

As soon as the music was over, Minho and Minho sat on a bench on one side of the roof.

“Have you had wine? ”

“It's not wine, it's tea and brandy. Jules gave it to me.”

Minho put an unexpected drink on his mouth because of his habit of enjoying brandy on his tea. Thanks to you, the agent's nature was completely out of control, even when it was twitching.

“Brother, didn't you say you can't drink? I go straight to bed when I eat. ”

“Me? With this beauty in front of you? ”

Min Ho's eyes, speaking exaggeratively, slowly let go of the spirit. Osora muttered.

“What, are you drunk or something? Chi.”

“Yes? What did you say? ”

“Tell me the truth. ”

“What?”

“What do you think of me? Why is it like I always go.... ”

Minho closed his eyes.

“Hey!"

“Yes, it's a conch. ”

I opened my eyes, but that's it. Minho's mind was slowly going somewhere far away.

“I really do. ”

“Conch, I need 10 minutes of sleep. I can't... ”

Min-ho, who murmured with difficulty, dropped his head. After a deep sigh, Osora supported Minho's head with her knees.

“Ugh.”

At least one of Minho's foreheads I remembered the last time I was filming a CF, and I lowered my hands. At that time, Minho took care of her.

“Punch it with this. Next time, it won't be hard. ”

After looking at Minho's face while she was asleep, Oshora thought she didn't know. In fact, everything is difficult once. From then on, it's simple. Sneak kisses are the same thing.

“Hey, it's over already. It's a bee, bee. ”

As I slowly took my lips, the door on the roof opened wide. Osora raises her head in reflection.

“Minho, are you there? ”

Kim Seung-am approached Oshora who was nervous by a strange voice.

“Minho……. ”

“Someone's been drinking wrong and sleeping for a while. ”

“Oops. Less than a drink. ”

“Minho is so weak. ”

“I'm sorry, Mi. ”

Kim Seung-am looked at Minho lying on Oshora's knees with a gentle look and gave out the brush he was holding in his hand.

“I came to return this. ”

Oshora looks curious, confirming that it was Minho's brush.

“I don't think the tool is the problem to complete the 'Faceless Woman' like Minho said. Would you say thank you very much if you woke up? Please tell him I'll pay him back. This brush cost me dearly, so I'll make it worth your while. ”

“I will.”

After saying goodbye, Kim Seung-am went down to the roof.

I think I've heard the word ’Faceless Woman' from somewhere, and I realized that it's a 5 billion painting from the auction.

"Brother, what the hell did you do for an hour? ’

* * *

A composer who sits in the midst of a secret mountain of geological mountains.

Now, Jolbae, who was living off his fascination with Simmani, left the other side because the Lord Jesus called him first thing in the morning.

“Preacher.”

“Sir Joe. This painting came all the way here. ”

“The painting?”

He had been begging me to paint a picture in the art world for more than a decade ago, but I couldn't move, so I received the picture with a blank expression.

The tiger tiger that identified the caller looked strange.

“What is it? Seung-am sent me. I'm not the one who sent you this. ”

Cho Baek Ho quickly unpacked the newspaper and checked the painting and was unable to speak for a while.

- Honey, don't give up on the painting. I like your paintings.

The last piece he left behind, the Faceless Woman, came back.

A picture of my wife's face from the first time I met her, 30 years ago. Inside his deep pupils, he loved his painting and had a clear view of the day when he really cared about it.

Cho Baek Ho, who had been crying, suddenly smiled.

“Seung Cancer, this guy. You've done some crazy things. ”

After a while.

I ran into him who was packing his things in the other room.

“Where are you going? ”

“Downtown. I need to get some tools. The paintings on the walls of the courthouse were very old. ”

“Looks like you're about to brush up again. ”

Cho Baek Ho remembered the ‘Faceless Woman' image hanging on one side of the tourist attraction, and now he remembered the picture that became his wife's young portrait.

“I have to paint. Someone likes my painting so much. ”

“That's great. You're not the Grassroots Prize or Cal Prize here. ”

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space: an antique warehouse in Seoul

effect: experience the cumulative administration of archaeologists in many ways.

relic: A Genius Supposed Eastern Brush

effect: (unknown)

object: Image 'Faceless Woman'

effect: I can draw the beautiful face of the woman who misses even her dreams.