After Somin finally gets into a prestigious Art university, everything in her life turns upside down. What was once a secure plan to get closer to her boyfriend is now a mess. Her future is unknown, though already stained with heartache.
Will she p...
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Somin and Junu
Mr. Ha came and started the lesson with an introduction. The aura of the kind, old painter covered everyone like a warm blanket and respectful silence set in. His longer silver mustache together with the black worn-out sweater made him look like a pilgrim. His look was homely and comfortable, yet artistically casual.
His gray eyes carried the weight of many years. He never scolded anyone, only gracefully looked after each student like a gardener lovingly taking care of his precious flowers. Some were tall and perfect, other ones small and shabby, all were worth the effort.
A single clap of his veiny hands made the room go still.
"We will start with a presentation of your summer artworks. Firstly, let's greet our newcomers Jeon Junu..." the old teacher gestured for the fair boy to come forward.
Junu reluctantly picked up a sketchbook and a big folder heavy with paintings of various sizes. Everybody gathered in a circle under the podium where figure models usually sat and now where Mr. Ha was.
"...and Lee Somin." The professor gave her the eye.
Somin brought her folder to the circle too.
"Start with introducing yourself, please," the kind teacher offered.
Junu gave Somin a desperate look.
Calm down boy. She hesitantly went in to speak up.
"My name is Lee Somin. Hi," she started awkwardly.
"I prefer to paint nature as it inspires me with all of its versatility." Her stomach started to hurt from nerves as she carefully laid her paintings out on the floor.
...
All of her artworks were nature landscapes or dark still lifes with books and coffee.
Well, now I feel stupid. She looked around at the unimpressed faces of her peers, scoffing at her art.
Some of the quiet faces far back nodded and smile, but they were overshone by those grabbing the most attention.
Somin calmed down as quickly as she could, at least for the time being, using the exercises Dr. Jansen had always instructed her to remember.
