I Became A Renowned Genius At My Arts High School - Chapter 178



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Episode 178. Big Wave (1)

In 1917, Marcel Duchamp signed a men’s urinal ‘R. Mutt 1917’ and titled it ‘Fountain’, which he exhibited at the Indigo D’Art Moderne in New York.

It’s about giving new names to ordinary, everyday items, shedding new light on them, and creating new concepts.

At the time, the art world refused to accept this bold work, but regardless, ‘Sam’ gave everyone a huge problem to think about as to what art really is, and modern art expanded and changed once again thereafter.

So, it wouldn’t have been at all strange for someone in New York in 2000 to be making art out of a toilet hose.

In addition, the effort of cutting and processing each piece was added, so the hose necklace could be said to be a valuable work of art that had been touched by the artist’s hands many times.

The meaning was also very profound.

“That’s a nice necklace. Can I take a look?”

Frankie, who had been watching in bewilderment the countless visitors wearing Made in Tailor necklaces, asked with a sly smile.

A blonde visitor who happened to be passing by Frankie Team’s booth answered in a cheerful voice.

“Of course. But please handle it carefully. This isn’t a necklace, it’s evidence.”

“Evidence?”

Frankie, who had been handed the necklace, stiffened slightly and asked back.

“There is a clue here that will lead us to identify the culprit.”

The onlookers, who had no idea how Frankie felt, continued to talk freely while they were at it.

“Don’t be surprised. A few days ago, something incredible happened at this venue.”

“What is this incident?”

Frankie with wary eyes.

Then the blonde spectator took on an equally wary look.

“Why, why?”

“Are you afraid?”

“What? What is it?”

“haha!”

The blonde spectator arched her back and laughed loudly at Frankie’s reaction.

“What is it?”

Frankie asked, his face serious and questioning without realizing it. Then, the audience member waved his hand and said,

“Oh, I’m sorry. Actually, the artist who gave this necklace gave instructions to each person.”

“An order?”

“I don’t know what he gave to other people, but he told me that if anyone was curious about the case, they should ask him if he was scared. Wow, that was a riddle, but now I realize it when I see your reaction. Did your heart sink for no reason? You were wondering what I did wrong. Hahaha! Right?”

The audience bursts into laughter again.

Frankie forced a smile, but his face became distorted as he could not control his emotions.

“That’s right. Anyway, it’s just child’s play.”

“That’s right. But isn’t it fun? It seems kind of plausible. Oh, if you’re curious, go and check it out. It’s an event held at the booth inside.”

A blonde spectator who responds again to the formal answer and even promotes it.

Frankie made it clear that he didn’t want to continue the conversation, but the audience continued to chatter on and on until they returned the necklace and disappeared.

“How did this happen?”

Frankie, who had his face crumpled, looked around at his teammates and spoke quietly.

“The glass beads on that necklace earlier. I think they were made by Peter. They have that unique color.”

“So. And you used it with glass beads, right?”

“Yeah. It was a hose.”

“Fuck. Fuck!”

The guys weren’t stupid. As soon as they saw the necklace, they realized what it meant and their eyes shook with anxiety.

But that was only for a moment, and he soon smiled with a relieved expression on his face.

“Anyway, I guess I figured out why the booth was in such a mess. Looks like they were rummaging through the bathroom like rats.”

“Hmm. I guess you wanted to send some kind of warning message, but that would be useless. There’s no way you’d know who owns the hose.”

“Yes, I am suspicious, but there is no name on the hose, it is just a common hose.”

Frankie and his friends nodded in relief. However, the uncomfortable situation continued to persist, making it difficult to just let it go.

“The culprit’s name has an F in it!”

“The culprit’s name starts with F!”

The next group of onlookers who appeared shouted at the top of their lungs that the culprit’s name had the letter F in it, as if they were a suicide squad determined to reveal a huge secret to the world and die.

Frankie’s face immediately turned grave.

“hey?”

Frankie starts to shake.

The team members shook their heads, telling him not to be agitated, but it was no use.

“What does that mean?”

“yes?”

“The culprit? F?”

“Oh, that? It’s a kind of game. You spread it around like a chain letter.”

A spectator answers with a cheerful face.

He said that in exchange for the necklace, he promised to shout out “the killer’s name has an F in it” exactly 10 times as he left the venue.

and.

“Cowards! Those who fear fair play! Perish and disappear!”

People who speak with thunderous voices, as if they were spewing curses.

♫ Before I cut the hose, I took your fingerprints. If you’re curious, come to me. I’ll show you your fingerprints. ♬

Some people even appeared humming a short song.

“Excuse me?”

Frankie’s eyes slowly began to roll. He called out to the spectators and gathered information once more.

“What does that mean?”

The words that came back were always the same.

“I heard there was a big incident here a few days ago. The writer said he broke up the clues of the incident into pieces and put them on several necklaces.”

“They say that if you collect all the pieces of the necklace, you can identify the culprit. Isn’t that fun?”

“So it’s like a rat hunt. You keep going until the culprit can’t stand it anymore and jumps out.”

A mental attack that leaks out facts that the criminal should know one by one. This was clearly planned to target Frankie.

Should we try it now?

Frankie burst out laughing with a look of astonishment on his face.

“Is this definitely a provocation?”

Frankie muttered softly, as if he wasn’t expecting an answer to his question, and then fixed his gaze on the path the audience was walking down.

One in three visitors lined up was wearing a nerve-wracking necklace.

They had fun showing off their increasingly evolved performances, and Frankie’s anger gauge filled up quickly accordingly.

“I guess it won’t work.”

Frankie finally reached his limit and jumped up from his seat.

“I need to see with my own eyes what’s going on.”

***

Taylor’s booth at the same time.

“It’s ecstatic.”

“Doesn’t it feel like you’ve come to another world?”

Spectators who crossed the stepping stones following the arrows, captivated by the music, forgot about leaving and were immersed in the world created by Taylors.

“Excuse me, I have a question about this piece.”

Communication with the author was also free of hesitation.

“Of course. Ask me anything.”

“This rock looks exactly like an asteroid fragment, I wonder where it came from.”

“Wow, you have a keen eye. First of all, this was inspired by an asteroid. I wanted to buy a real meteorite and make it into a work of art, but I didn’t have the money for that, so I looked for a material that could give it a similar feel. Thanks to that, I was able to create a rock that looks heavy but is actually very light.”

“I see. Why is the title of the piece The Fountain of Life?”

“As you can see, this pedestal is inspired by a fountain. But what flows here is not water, but light. Imagine these shapes created by the light hitting the rock in the center as life. The countless lives in space that appear and disappear in an instant.”

“Oh, looking at it that way, it feels like I’m quickly going back through the processes of birth and death. The light hitting the meteorite also feels like it has a new meaning. Yes, this is a work that shows the repetition of death and birth. Oh my!”

Entering the booth, the first thing that catches your eye is the fountain of light, ‘Fountain of Life’, created by Martin.

Multi-colored lights were aimed at a rock model that looked like a fragment of an asteroid in the center, and underneath it, on the pedestal, graphics that looked like waves of light moved dazzlingly. As if staring at a fire or water, once you were stared at it, you were lost in thought and couldn’t stop staring.

After barely breaking away and taking a step forward, I next encountered Vanessa’s work.

Vanessa’s work was titled ‘Hide’ and in a word, it was a work that brought out hidden and covered objects.

For example, the exhibition showed things like the bedside tables, wardrobe hinges, and wicks by exposing them to the outside world and enlarging them, which focused on the heterogeneous visuals and made us think again about the roles of objects that we had not previously considered.

It was amazing. The way ordinary parts from everyday life could become works of art with a completely different feel just by changing the size and material.

In any case, the audience was deeply engrossed in the new meaning of the trivial props they had previously ignored, deeply appreciating their hidden functions and artistry.

Next up was Jessie and Peter’s work.

Jessie painted the exterior of a food truck, capturing the splattered paint movements as she painted onto another canvas.

The movement of the paint as if it would splash out at any moment. The lively painting made me feel refreshed and happy just by looking at it.

Cheeeeek-.

Eeeeeing-.

Peter’s glass work was second to none.

The process of transforming phrases that vividly depict the beginning of a heart-fluttering love, the pain of separation, etc. into images was exciting and refreshing, like creating a new language.

“and!”

“wow!”

There was a constant eruption of cheers around the truck.

Each and every process of the work, in which the glass melts, bends, and changes shape, captured the attention of the audience.

The meaning of the text, which could not be perfectly expressed through letters alone, was reborn through Peter’s fingertips and exploded into a voice of its own.

Ring ring.

Ring. Ring.

Charrrrrr-.

And Tam hung his mobiles among the works, which had sound effects that played when the wind blew or at set times.

The mobile stands out on its own while blending in with other works, increasing the enjoyment of viewing.

“Whose work is this?”

“I feel somewhat solemn.”

“Look at this color. How can it be connected so smoothly?”

“Is this really handmade? Wow. It feels so good.”

Steve’s abstract painting titled ‘Our Fossil’ further enhanced Taylor’s class.

Steve piled the sandpaper he used for his work next to the painting, which seemed to be part of the artwork as well.

“wait a minute.”

“Can I just pass by for a bit?”

“Oh, I can’t see. Let’s go this way.”

Visitors had a hard time leaving Taylor’s booth because they could experience such a diverse world of art in one booth.

So the population density inside the booth gradually increased.

“uh?”

As a result, it took the Taylors members a while to discover the very important person inside.

“Wow. That guy, is that him?”

“… … How is it here?”

“You must have known this was our booth, what’s going on?”

Tom noticed him first and winked at his colleagues, and Martin, Jessie, and Vanessa noticed him one by one and began to talk quietly.

And finally, even Peter looked surprised at the unexpected visitor.

A person who seems familiar to the existing members, except for Steve and Su-hyeon, and is presumed to be a big shot in the industry.

He pretended not to hear the muttering, walked on with slow steps, and then stopped in one place.

It was right in front of Soo-Hyeon’s workbench.