The Mysterious Art Museum

Chapter 11 (1) - The Mysterious Art Museum

Antonn Dvok: Requiem, op. 89.

This piece, performed by the orchestra and choir, ends with a quiet song of the choir.

I prayed silently with my eyes closed, even after waking up from the sleep of mourning.

'May you rest in peace.'

When I opened my eyes, the program ended by quickly projecting the paintings he left behind in his lifetime.

I didn't want to forget his paintings, I didn't want to forget his will, so I sat down and took out the painting materials from the tool bag and started sketching.

It was the last painting I painted with him. I couldn't bring the painting I dreamed of into reality, so I had to paint it again.

I couldn't finish the painting here.

It's because I don't have any paint among the materials I brought to draw a portrait.

I made a thick outline by applying several layers of 4B pencil, and I started sketching as I did when I first saw the unfinished painting. Of course, I also drew the pictures inside the circles.

I looked at the completed sketch and remembered his last words.

'I'll give you this painting as a gift.'

This painting does not exist in my memory.

Of course, I don't know all the paintings.

Even though I majored in art, I can't see all the paintings in the world. Even people who have studied hard about famous artists can't know the paintings that have never been exhibited in private collections.

Is this painting really a non-existent painting?

Isn't it obvious? This is a painting I dreamed of.

But human dreams, and memories, are not to be trusted.

When we dream, something we saw before going to bed, or something we saw in our lives, tends to take shape. It's the same logic as having a scary dream after watching a scary movie. So I'm going to look for this painting once and see if it really exists.

I missed the 30-minute program again because I was busy, but I'm very satisfied. I don't know if I'll ever have such a dream again, but the dream that came at the moment I wished for made me happy.

On my way home with the tool bag.

I tried not to forget his last appearance, words, and actions. Of course, I don't know if that's really Mucha's words and actions. It's just his behavior in my dream.

I came home, threw my bag, sat on the mattress, turned on my laptop and searched for the painting.

I ran the search engine dozens of times with various search words. I spent two hours searching through not only Korean portal sites but also foreign sites, but I couldn't find the painting.

I glanced at the painting I had set up on the mattress.

'A painting that does not exist in the world. But this is definitely Mucha's style.'

Then, the phone vibrated in the quiet room.

It was a sound that wouldn't have been heard if it wasn't a quiet room, but I heard it now. I took out my phone from the jacket I took off and it was Youngju's call.

"Hey, Youngju."

-Did you start working?

"No, not yet."

-Sigh, I feel like something is coming up, but I can't think of anything. I'm trying to draw this and that, but I can't find anything that says this is it.

"Are you also entering the contest?"

-Of course, I can't live by hanging around the museum forever.

"What did you try to draw?"

-First of all, I thought about the needs of the target consumer group. A refrigerator is something that every household uses. But I think the trend overwhelmingly comes from the choice of newlyweds. Newlyweds are young. Then it makes sense to have a design that appeals to the young sensibility.

Hmm, that's true.

"Don't you think you should also consider the demand for changing refrigerators in existing households?"

-Oh, come on, how long have you had your refrigerator?

I glanced at the small refrigerator in the corner of the room.

"I never bought one. The one in the house is a studio option."

-What about the refrigerator at home?

"Uh... I think it's been about 20 years since my father passed away and bought it?"

-See? Our house has been using it for 10 years. Refrigerators are so sturdy that they don't change them unless they break down. You can ignore that much demand. Besides, do you know how fast word of mouth spreads among newlyweds? If you want to make a well-selling appliance by creating a trend, you have to target the young generation.

"So what did you draw?"

-Um, first of all, I think that whether the man pays or they pay together, the one who chooses the appliance is the woman.

"That's usually the case."

Not every household is like that, but there is a general awareness that refrigerators are something that housewives use. So they usually choose according to their taste.

The appliance that has a lot of men's breath is TV.

It's because the usual husbands are the ones who look for the TV remote as soon as they come home from work and lie down on the sofa, taking off their clothes like a peel.

-Then you have to make it for young women. So I ran big data and looked for items that women in their early 30s like.

Big data? Wow, do you have to do that too?

-The first thing that comes up is fashion.

Fashion? Can you apply that to a refrigerator?

"Do you want me to draw a bag on the refrigerator?"

-Are you crazy, does that make sense?

"Then what?"

-I'm going to use Yves Klein Blue.

"Oh."

That's a good idea.

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